Few things are as stirring as observing the lord of the manor putting his adoring and well-trained dog through its paces. They step out the door on a crisp autumn day and the master confidently barks "Scout! Heel!" But alas, Scout is already out of earshot, a faint ball of fur hurtling into the distance. The master casts a gimlet eye down the now-deserted road and turns on his heel, slapping his riding crop against his jodhpurs as he strides back to the manor for a gimlet.