Ozu keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Corgi who is small in frame and outsized in opinion. Pups near the overgrown stadium rim say Ozu once stayed up all night arguing with a metal flower from the satellite field, and won. There is a soft running joke at the soup stalls about Ozu and the way doors behave around them. Ozu thinks the right life is one good walk near the Endless Track, repeated until it stops feeling ordinary.