Ptolemy Sprint is a Dalmation of no club, all speed and pattern, counting spots between every breath. On slow afternoons Ptolemy Sprint polishes machine chains until they look new and definitely cursed and lets the breeze make most of the decisions. Pups recognise Ptolemy Sprint from the back, which is a compliment in The Yard whether or not it sounds like one. Ptolemy Sprint believes ordinary days are where big mysteries hide, usually under a bowl or behind a door nobody checked.