Your dog told you. The dog. Told you necromancy magic does the reverse to zombies and they suck your life instead.

...Your dog can talk and you didn't tell me?! What the fuck! Wh- How! What the f--I want a talking dog, why didn't you say your dog could talk and impart some sage fucking wisdom on you? Why doesn't it talk to me? Do I need--do I need some treats? Some bones? Oh my god. It likes you because you're a giant chew toy, doesn't it.