It wasn’t a cold day, or even a misty morning. The clouds of hot dog breath were created after a hot-blooded, fast-twitch lurcher had done a few laps of a field in excess of 20 miles per hour. No wonder he’s so skinny. What I wonder is: where does all that energy go once he’s exhaled? I suppose it settles in liquid form on the grass before being absorbed into the ground for a plant to use one day. And then on, who knows where.