Two young boys, possibly three and five years old, played with Jedi at a playground in Glendale. The five-year-old sparked a conversation.

Boy: I used to have a dog.
Me: Oh yeah?
Boy: Yeah. He ran out of the house and down the street and then my neighbor shot him.
Me: ....................Oh my gosh!

Ten minutes later, Jedi scooped a plastic egg into his mouth while the boys continued petting him.

Boy: Oh no! If he eats that, he will die!
Me: Don't worry. I'll get it out of him.
Boy: I used to have a dog and he ate a balloon and then he died.
Me: Aww, how sad.
Boy: His name was Jedi too.

The boys continued following me and Jedi around the playground (their parents watched from the nearby picnic tables).

Boy: Can we watch Jedi kill?
Me: .................What?!
Boy: My dog kills cats. He is a pit bull!