Boccaccio Rojo keeps to no faction and works The Yard as a Terrier who is the kind of pup who bites a problem just to confirm it is real. Friends learned long ago not to interrupt Boccaccio Rojo near the leaning tree, especially with a chip of blue tile from beneath the flying den in hand. When Boccaccio Rojo sits down anywhere near the cracked freeway loop, conversation reorganises itself politely around them. Boccaccio Rojo would trade a clean answer for a better question on most days.