—There she is. Oh, I’m really glad you came. I’ve wanted you to meet her. Gran? This is Gordon. Gord, this is my grand…

—Just a minute, Dear. And so she says to me, she says, “I looked again, just because it looked so odd. I couldn’t see just what they were doing,” she says. “There was a campfire they were gathered around, four or five of them. And it looked like a shopping cart, from the grocery, parked on top of the fire for a cooking grill. And I don’t know for sure what they had on it,” she says, “but from the size of it, it couldn’t have been anything else but some poor little dog,” she says. That’s what she said. Cooking a dog in a shopping cart, right out by the dump. Can you imagine? A dog! Now, what were you saying, Dear? You want to introduce me to your young man?