“We worked side by side building our sandwiches. Mine, just a few modest layers of meat and cheese, with a bit of lettuce for some added crunchiness; his, a Dagwood, piled high with turkey, ham, salami, lettuce, tomatoes, two kinds of cheese, and – were those jalapenos – with a teetering slice of bread carefully placed on top – there’s no way that’s going to fit into his mouth – he admired it for a moment then using his giant paw, smashed it into submission.”
