Summer and I were having a great time in the park with Peanut, the robotic dog, when suddenly, he bolted off toward the distance.
I immediately noticed something was off. I grabbed Summer's hand and started running after him, with a group of kids screaming and chasing behind us.
Peanut came to a sudden halt. He raised both front legs and leapt onto a tall man.
I froze. Summer stopped too, confusion written all over her face as we both stared at the stranger walking toward us with Peanut at his side.
The man bent down to Summer's level and said, "Sorry about that. I used to know Peanut, so I guess he just ran over to me."
Summer pouted, clearly annoyed but also a little nervous. She half-hid behind me and said, "He's mine!"
"Of course he is. You're his owner. What's his name?" he aske
