It's Sephie, the eternal observer of dog-human nature, checking in with another ephiphany.
I submit for your consideration, my beloved brother, Bozo, a.k.a. Buster, the orally-endowed:
Yeah, he's really vain about his beard--but that's not the thing he flaunts constantly! Next to his eight hundred and twenty six yellow tennis balls, his most prized possession is his tongue. He takes it everywhere. It multi-tasks. It cleans Bailey's ears, it wakes up his mom in the morning, it kisses everything that moves.
Where does he get it? Does it reflect some sort of higher intelligence?
Buster just confessed. He has been trying to correct Einstein's embarrassing error in that nasty cosmological constant that jeopardized the general theory of relativity. He's convinced that the secret lies in what he calls the "coefficient of salivated mass." I think he's been licking too much tequila, but one must admit a growing resemblance with the old guy!
I wonder if there are any other dog-human tongue-look-alikes out there...