And what about poochie? He's man's best friend, right? He dashes over there to help master out. Starts lickin' the poor guys wounds. But then he realizes this smells just like a fried pork chop. Tastes like it too. So, even though he's man's best friend, he's also a creature of instinct and as he sinks his teeth into the guy's gut and starts chowin' down, he's only obeying mother nature, right? I mean, there's no malice happenin' here, 'cuz what we got is a clumsy guy and a dumb animal acting on blind instinct. It's what ya call a tragic event. Yeah, that's it. A tragic event.