We arrived at the beach, the stranger and I. He got either over-emotional or bored carrying the bag containing his smashed dog and had given it to me about half-an-hour ago.
'Do you think you'll get another dog?' I asked the man.
'I don't think that would be very wise' he muttered. 'Not when I'd have to go through this again.'
Stopping at a secluded spot, I looked around and saw hundreds of other people, also burying the remains of their smashed glass dogs.
'I guess I'd feel the same way' I said, as he began burrowing.