Thursday, September 29, 2011


There's this dog in our building - his name is Popo.  He's a tiny, yipping, yapping dog.  One day we saw Popo and his owner and said, "Popo looks a little different." The owner said, "Popo died."  After a few seconds of condolences, we asked, "Well then, who's this?"  And the owner said, "Popo." 

Yes, Popo is dead.  One week later a new identical dog was acquired and named Popo.  People fucking do this. 

When I was a kid, my friend Andy had a yellow Labrador named Maggie.  Maggie got hit by a car.  Soon after a new yellow Labrador was obtained and named Maggie. 

People do this.  I don't understand this.  Why do people do things I cannot understand? 

1 comment:

Chris said...

Might have to do with breeding? My neighbor growing up always had purebred golden retreivers, all officially named Sir Budweiser something something the III, the IV, and so on, so all of them were called "Bud."
Hey, at least they didn't clone it, right?