My dog, Pooj,  is the inspiration for this gag. It takes him FOREVER to find the absolute, most precise spot to relieve himself. No matter which direction we go, no matter what the outside temperature, no matter how much time it takes, he will stall, and sniff, and prance, go around and back around again until finally… he swerves in a little circle and lets go. I really can’t say why, but I’m sure there’s a perfectly logical explanation for it… if you’re a dog, that is.