Among the unaffiliated, Brutus stands out as a Cane Corso who is thoughtful, slow to speak, and absolutely the last word in any room. Friends learned long ago not to interrupt Brutus near the flying den roof, especially with a glass jar lantern that flickers with old light in hand. There is a long running rumor that Brutus once swapped a map drawn on biscuit paper for a better story and called the trade fair. Brutus believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked. Academic detail: Limped through pup school with a 1.72 GBS (Gud Boy Scale) and zero regrets, a result the elders still call educational for everyone involved.