said Shep. “One. Two. Three.”Grasping the edges of Smartie’s down comforter, he and Penn Hewitt heaved the two hundred-forty-pound burden of Twinkie’s carcass into a biohazard bin in the back of Hewitt’s truck.“Geezes balls,” said Hewitt. “What kind of dog was that?”“Big,” Shep managed between la...