When I was just a baby, we had a Scottish Terrier named McDuff. For a log time, I believed that all Scottish Terriers were called McDuff. It is a perfect name. It turned out that McDuff did a runner one day, and got hit by a train. Even though I don’t remember him, the story still makes me sad. After McDuff came Magnus the Great Dane. He also did runners ––mostly to visit us in the schoolyard –– but he never got hurt. It’s a shame the two didn’t meet. Magnus & McDuff –– what a pair that would have been.