The dog knows that he is captive to a line tied to a pole inserted in the earth which was flung at hyper speeds when God created it. He is very calm in this commotion. Calm is of high value. I cannot help think he has a place running our state in the future or at least dramatically influencing it. He has a Winston Churchill air about him. Calm. Focused. No cigar, but has some growing to do to control one. Thin Tiparellos would never do. He prefers function over form and hip, thin cigars barely smoke. With or without it, he may know more than most people. He may no nothing. I choose the first option. He would congratulate me if he could talk.