This morning we happened upon a dead baby bird, lying in the grass. As I stood by this small casualty of a cruel world, I watched Rockwell sniff it, move around, sniff it again. I wondered (briefly) if I might see some spark of compassion for a fellow traveller, a sign that this dog had some human qualities that we humans so pathetically look for in animals. As I watched, I saw him bend his front legs and angle his nose toward the ground and boom! He was down and rolling on the dead thing. Sorry, but Rockwell is a dog through and through.