Well, that may actually be a bit misleading. I need to preface the conversation because it was indeed so short, and it deserves a poetic set-up.
[said poetic set-up]
Once upon a time, there was a beautiful, innocent girl. And this beautiful, innocent girl loved her dog. He was a strong dog, a big dog. And he loved the girl. He would ride with the girl, and walk with the girl, and play with the girl, and work in the woods with the girl, and occasionally but only occasionally nap on the couch with the girl. He would protect the girl from strangers and family alike because he loved the girl so.
One day, the girl smiled to herself as she remembered the dog and his unconditional, preferential love for her. She turned to the boy.
girl: I love Abe.
boy: Keep it in perspective that one day I’m gonna have to take that dog out back and shoot it.
The girl ran off with the dog to a far away place where he would never ever grow old. And the girl and her dog lived happily ever after.