I pat him and say to him, "Oh pity! Your tummy is aching?"
Ximo interrupts, "Is he sick? Maybe we should take him to the doctor."
"Yea," I reply.
"We should take him to the pet shop. There's a doctor in the pet shop. Yea, he's a people," he suggests.
He cares for the dog and I'm not surprised. They grew up together. Bogey is two years older than him. When both were younger, the dog used to rock Ximo's playpen when he started to whimper. That worked each time and kept Ximo fine.
I look at Bogart and I see that he is okay now. Glad that there is no need to see the vet then.
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