Say this for Radar: few things brighten his day more than hearing he's indispensable. He perks up and says, cheerily, "Of course, ma'am, glad to help."

A soft cluck of his tongue, a small tug on the lead rope, and he and Danforth walk toward the gate. Slowly, though. He can hear that anxious hum like an electrical wire and doesn't want to spook Fever or the horse.

"This is Danforth. He's Mr. Rambo's stallion. Sometimes he's a little persnickety but I gave him a good talking-to so he oughta be all right today. We're just gonna start slow and it'll be fine, okay?"