“Nice dog,” I said, smiling.
“Oh, he’s dead,” replied the boy, nonchalantly.
“He’s dead?” I squeaked. “Was he very old?”
“No, not really. But he had blood coming from his bum, so we took him to the vet, and then he was dead.”
Oh. Was the cause of death the blood from his bum or the vet, I wondered?
Child 1: My dog is 100 years old in people years.
Child 2: Wow! That’s really old! He should be dead by now.
Child 3: Everything has to die, you know.
Child 1: Well, my dog’s not dead.
Long pause …
Child 1: But he is pretty shaky.
Yes, but is there blood coming from his bum? If not, he’s good for a few more years, I should think.