......And there, there in the belly of the beast, was the reason, he determined, he was here at all. It was a dog. One no larger than a good-sized cat, and not one he himself would ever contemplate having, but alive, and undigested. As it looked up in despair at him, with it's roly-poly little marble eyes, he reached around and grabbed it around it's tiny little body, scooping it up before a wave of suction would have drawn it down, like so many before. He fought his way back to the top, looked in the eyes of the mutt, and all he could think to say was, "say it with me, RRRRRRRR!"