Prof came over for dinner last night. We ate out back, with the canyon going red and then dark. Prof’s our go-to guy when it comes to following the money. He has a big round belly and loves to eat. Bernie grilled burgers. They were great.
“Guess what the population of the world will be in 2050,” Prof said.
“No idea,” said Bernie.
Bernie didn’t look happy to hear that. “When is enough enough?” he said. He was quiet, staring into the dark canyon. “What’s the dog population of the planet?”
“No one knows, exactly,” Prof said. “Estimates are in the 400 million range.”
Did I have a clue what they were talking about? These were numbers, right? I stop at 2, which is plenty.
Bernie poured some bourbon. “One day there’ll be just one kind of animal left.”
“The two-legged kind?” said Prof. Hey! Were they talking about birds? Don’t like ’em.
“Yeah,” Bernie said.
“Don’t forget the insects,” Prof said. “Plus bacteria and viruses.”
“Something to look forward to,” Bernie said.
Looking forward to something – my kind of talk. I wagged my tail.
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