She spent the next week building a behavioral ethogram for Apollo—a meticulous map of every lick, yawn, and blink. She drew blood for a full panel, checked his thyroid, and even ran a diurnal cortisol rhythm. All normal. Frustrated, she decided to observe him in the shelter’s new outdoor run, a patch of grass surrounded by a six-foot wooden fence.
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Ben frowned at the adjacent pens. The pit bull, normally a drooling, tail-slamming wreck, was asleep. The anxious terrier mix wasn’t pacing. Every other dog in the ward was calm. Too calm. She spent the next week building a behavioral