[originaltext]W: Hey, Greg, you’ve got a great dog. Where did you get your dog?

W: Hey, Greg, you’ve got a great dog. Where did you get your dog?
M: Actually, my dog and I sort of found each other. I was moving from one house to another and as I was moving from the parking lot to my house, I saw this really skinny dog that looked as if he really needed food and affection. I petted him. He followed me back and forth. The next day, he was out in front of my house.
W: Wow. So wait a minute. You’re saying that you didn’t choose your dog and that your dog kind of chose you.
M: Yes. It was fate, destiny.
W: So, what’s cool about your dog?
M: Well, frankly my dog is the world’s greatest dog. He understands English, Japanese and French. He almost never barks. He’s very intelligent and sensitive. He’s always by my side. He listens to me. He stops when I tell him to stop. If I tell him to go quickly, he runs quickly.
W: So could you live without your dog?
M: My dog is invaluable. Actually, he’s getting old now. He’s thirteen years old now and I know that some day he will pass away, and when I think of that it makes me really, really sad.
W: Yeah, that would be pretty tough, but in the future, maybe after your dog passed away, would you get another dog?
M: I think it would probably take me many years to recover from the loss of Dancer. His name is Dancer.
13. How did the man get his dog?
14. Why does the man think his dog is great?
15. What would happen to the man if the dog died?