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?