Blood, revisited

I went for a walk last night and when I came back went to go see the beagle out back. I talked with the landlord and his wife. He used to be a marathoner and he was asking me about my running and thanking me for coming to see the pup out back after my runs because after I come, he always seems "joyful." I also found out that I had misheard the dog's name, which is what prompted this entry. Speaking with the former runner, who has the best English of all our neighbors, I was able to make sure I heard correctly. Turns out that it's not "Blood," but "Brad." "Brad Pitt."

The dog out back is named Brad Pitt.