“It’s almost like a collage,” I said.
“Don’t be an ass,” she said, not smiling.
We looked over the dog-strewn garbage.
“Seriously, I bet someone could take a picture of it or lacquer the whole thing to a board or something. Make a lot of money.”
Her mouth twitched downward. “‘Canine Chaos’, mixed media, $1500.”
“There you go.”