Phil goes to Europe and leaves his favourite dog with his brother James
While in Europe, Phil calls James to check on his dog and asks, “So James, how’s my favourite dog doing?”
James very tersely replies, “Your dog is dead.”
“What?” says Phil “You can’t just tell someone their favourite dog is dead without a warning; you have to ease them into it.”
“How?” asks James. “Well, the first day I call, tell me my dog is on the roof
Then tell me the dog is going to be fine and not to worry
The next day, when I call to ask about my dog, tell me that you were about to get it down, when it jumped off of the roof and broke its leg
Tell me the doctors say it will be OK, but that it will have to stay at the vet’s for a while.