Cortez is the sort of Terrier who is wired from eyebrows to paws, fixing trouble by causing slightly less trouble. On slow afternoons Cortez organises an unsanctioned night patrol along the council fountain rim and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Bakers slip Cortez the fresher biscuits near the Endless Track and pretend they did not. Cortez wants to be remembered as useful, loyal, and only mildly responsible for what happened near the rooftop kennels.