Zen is a Corgi of no club, low to the ground and high in confidence. On slow afternoons Zen holds quiet meetings with the leaning tree about leaf etiquette and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. The Yard has a small unspoken rule about teasing Zen near the glassbird roost, mostly because nobody wants to lose. Zen chases the kind of small purpose that fits in a coat pocket and refuses to leave.