My wife sends me an email with the subject heading “My dream dog”. Attached is a photograph of a puppy with a strangely blunted nose, looking forlorn on some straw bedding. I have to weigh my reply carefully, because her email could mean anything from “This is an example of the type of dog I would like to get one day” to “This dog is in the back of our car right now.”
My reply says: “That’s not a dog, it’s some kind of pig.”
