When Blue saw him, and heard him greet us, he began to pull at his leash and make a sort of happy whiny sound that he does not ordinarily make, and so I gave the leash some slack and permitted Blue to lead us over toward the man’s driveway and then up the driveway and into the garage, where the man had been sitting on a folding chair listening to music and had now gotten up and was already standing at his fridge with the door open and was reaching inside of it for the turkey, all the while speaking to Blue in a familiar cheerful voice.