Yes, that’s Couch Potato. A Cajun recipe. A melding of the dog and the master some insightful viewer noted. Dog in control, with the remote in paw. And it’s not the TV remote, it’s for the electronic fireplace. Sometimes, I think she’s a cat instead of a samoyed. We really tried to keep her off the couch. It was a battle, many years ago. She won. It’s her couch.
And the zoomed-out version of the tessellation. In one of the Seinfeld episodes, he says that if aliens landed on the planet, they would think dogs were the superior race, with all the attention we give them. The pampering, feeding, walking, picking up, and general spoiling.