Hey you! Yes you! The one lying face down in the gutter! Have life's blahs got ya blue? Do you feel like your life is an endless succession of depression caused by self destructive behavior caused by depression? Well, you need medical attention! And quick! And I've got just the medical mammal who can do it! It's not Dr. Duckbill Platypus! Nothing exotic like that! He's not even Dr. Cat! He's just one peppy pup who's ready to party! I was feeling down and funky, until I met this doggie. His tail was long and shaggy. His tongue was long and soggy. He rocked around and partied hard. That puppy went the distance. In just about ten minutes time, my miserable existence got rocked away to kingdom come from whence this wretched hole. And to this leash my sneaker wed. That puppy saved my soul. Dr. Dog. He's not a real doctor. He's not a real dog. He's not a real state of mind. He's not a real metaphysical manifestation. He's not a real figment of your imagination. Doesn't matter how you feel. You'll believe this hound can heal. Makes no difference what will be. This hound dog will make you see. Oh yeah.