Where's your dog?
She died.
Oh, the sweet dog!
See, I put her pictures on my phone. She was almost fifteen. She died in her own bed.
When I was growing up, I had a way with animals. But I was mean to my cat when I was eight. I put it in a metal pan with lots of you know - suds - and washed it all up. It scratched up the metal pan. That sound.
It was punishing you for washing it with all those suds.
(laughter)
But my father - in my country - he had - what would you say? - a way with the animals. He had a horse and when it was pregnant, he wouldn't ride it. His friends made fun of him. Why won't you ride your horse? And he would say "because she is pregnant."
Are you saying your father could communicate with the animals?
A way with the animals. Are you going to get another dog?
Not now. Not now.
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