The Hounds of Border Line Bloggerville

A group of independent, free-market business men had finished a day’s hunt and were relaxing around the fire. Their hunting dogs occupied a clearing
nearby. One of the men observed that it was remarkable how the dogs had acquired the traits of their owners.

The musician’s dog was softly howling strains of the Moonlight sonata. The engineer’s dog was using his paw to perform calculations in the dust. The On The Border Line blogger's dog was screwing all the skunks.