Dog Soup

Yesterday my wife was talking to her mother on the phone for about an hour. My wife talks to her mother almost every night and this was no different except that the conversation seemed to be much more amusing than usual (they speak in Korean so I don't catch much of it). When she got off the phone she told me the story.

One of her grandparents' two dogs recently died at the ripe old doggy age of 15 years. He was a little cranky old long-haired dog that would bark and growl at visitors although he was no bigger than a cat. My wife's father fed the dogs often and was attached to them so grandmother (his mother-in-law) called him up when she saw that the animal was sick and would not recover, so that he could visit the dog one last time. The next evening my father-in-law went to grandmother's house to see the dog. When he arrived at her home he couldn't find the dog in the yard. The ensuing conversation went something like this:

father-in-law: "Mother-in-law, where is the dog?"

grandmother: "He died last night."

father-in-law: "Where is he? I came to bury him."

grandmother: "I talked to our neighbor last night. I told him about the dog and he asked if he could have it to make some soup, so I told him that was fine with me. You're too late...it's already in the soup!"