A few Saturdays ago, Chloe and I were playing in the living room and there was a knock at the door.  A cute little neighborhood girl had a “Lost Dog” poster she was passing around.  She asked me if I had seen this dog. Me, being sympathetic, wrote down the phone number and told her I hadn’t seen the dog but would be on the look out for it.  As she was leaving I told her I hoped she found her dog.  Her response was one I was not exptecting…

Girl: “Oh, that’s not my dog.  That dog ate my dog and I’m helping someone try to find it.”

Me: “Well, that’s disturbing.” Seriously, what do you say to something like this?