J.  I know this has absolutely nothing to do with food, but I just had to tell you about Happy.  This morning, on my walk, I met Happy.  An eleven year old American Pit Bull.  His owners were walking in the opposite direction as me this morning and when they saw me approaching, immediately leashed Happy.  As we passed, I mentioned that they certainly did not have to do that on my behalf.  Happy's dad then proceeded to explain that he has been chastised on more than one occasion for having Happy off leash.  This dog, in the entire time we chatted did not move more than three feet away from his owners.  This charming couple then went on to detail how Happy got his name.  They found him, on the Niagara Parkway, eleven years ago on New Year's Eve.  An abandoned puppy, covered in bites where the coyote's had 'been having a go at him' as his mum explained, they took him home and he has been a source of joy ever since.  Obviously, Happy and this couple were destined to meet.
All the while we chatted, Happy stood with his head pressed firmly against my knee...the most serene, sweet dog I have ever seen.  Cheers Happy!  A pleasure to have met you!