One of my chores was to bring a sack of garbage to this dump each evening before I went to bed. The sack was almost always overflowing, smelled like coffee grounds, and was about to burst its bottom. I would hold this closely to prevent the bottom from falling out as I walked to the dump.
Once in a light snowfall during my nightly trek to the dump, I felt the glow of a pair of eyes in the darkness. It was a coyote. I froze in fear as I watched the wild dog. He made two complete circles around me, and then put his nose to the ground, plowing a path to the dump. He knew I was bringing him his supper.