Dog food

I won a year's supply of dog food, which should logically be no dog food, since I don't have a dog. I expected vouchers, but no: they delivered it in one go. It sat in the hallway, taking up more and less space than I expected, the way every year is longer and shorter than you expect, both at once. I wondered what it would look like if you stacked up all the food I needed for a year, or for a lifetime. I was going to drive it to the rescue centre that afternoon, but instead I made space in the cupboard. I gave it away a meal at a time for twelve months, to shelters and food banks and men on the street you could tell always fed their dogs first. It's electrifying, to be rich in anything.