It’s only since I began regularly walking our dog, Sport, that I’ve realized how much discarded food winds up the sidewalks and gutters of your average city street — or at least, our average city street. And of course Sport seems to find every scrap.

Now, I understand how a french fry might fall out of a McDonald’s bag in the rush home, or how some bread crumbs the birds weren’t interested in could be hanging around. But on our walk last night, I saw Sport had found something.

It was dark, but I could see the outline of this massive object hanging from his little mouth. I bent down to get a closer look, and it was a damn half slab of ribs!

Not a rib. An entire half slab of discarded ribs. How does this happen? In what alternate universe are people randomly leaving half slabs of ribs on the sidewalk?