Growing up I used to love the TV series Lassie. It was about a beautiful collie dog that lived on a farm and belonged to a little boy named Timmy. Each week they would experience another adventure and there would be another happy ending. I wanted Lassie to be my dog, she was so smart and brave. Truthfully, she had to be, because little Timmy repeatedly proved he was an idiot. Each episode a random adult had a conversation with Lassie concerning the whereabouts of little Timmy. They would sound something like this:
“What’s wrong, girl?