I saw such a dog as this in Banff, huge in the back of a truck.  His hairiness, his immensity, made the truck look like a foolish inadequate object, its driver also not up to any job in life which would involve such a creature as his load.

I am then asked: 'How about the bat-man?  Where didst thou see him?'.   To which I can only say that in a world which contains such an exceptionally bizarre dog it is no stretch to add a bat-man.

All together the four figures represent different possibilities of being: the morsel-chucker is random benevolence, the beast himself an unquenchable wildness but with unsuspected perhaps inexpressible gentleness in his mood-swings, the driver is dull boxed-in practicality, and the bat-man is the fancied unknown, something yet more marvellous than naturally accepted marvellousness.