Fido salivated hungrily at the blood-soaked tenderloin swimming in the bottom of his silver-plated “Betty Boop” dog dish, recalling with delight that moments before, his deadly canine incisors had penetrated the fattened calf of a U.S. postal worker, who had just delivered the long-awaited Swimsuit Edition of Sports Illustrated into the rickety, rusty-hinged mailbox of one Seymour Butts.