Two dogs covered in Santiago street dust wait patiently for the man in the back of the refrigerated truck. They don’t notice the car horns or the speeding motorbikes that miss them by inches. The man jostles a hanging cow carcass and pulls it along a track in the ceiling, past its brethren to the truck gate. The brown dog does recon, standing back where it can see the man over the gate. The black dog lies in wait underneath, out of sight, watching the brown dog’s eyes for his cue.