Deeper Thoughts: Am I Really Special?

After "he" confused Sponge Bob with Bubba Bob, we had a long talk the next day.  "He" explained how it was easy to mistake the two, given they are virtually indistinguishable.  I guess that is true, at least for "him."  I mean, given his limited sensory powers and all that.

But one thing about our discussion bothered me.  "He" pointed out that, to the casual observer, all the dogs I observe from my window perch (pictured above) act about the same.  They run around like maniacs, pee on everything that sticks out of the ground, and bark at anything they don't like.  Yet they were no doubt special to their significant others.

I guess that is true, but the whole conversation was, upon reflection, deeply disturbing.  I have to concede that when I go walkies or go to the park, I pretty much run around like a maniac, pee all over anything that sticks up above ground, and bark at things I don't like.  Does that mean I am not special?
I mean REALLY SPECIAL?  Like ME.

Incidentally, the picture above shows a typical example of the type.  Clearly not special nor me.  I did not even give him the benefit of a contemptuous growl.

"They" have always told me I am not like other dogs.  Apparently, in this respect at least, I am.  In what other ways might I resemble this species I have formerly held in such contempt?

I have got to tell you, dear reader, that this deep thinking is kind of a bummer.  I'm going to slow it down until spring arrives in earnest.  Maybe longer than that.  My head is still spinning.

But the sun is shining through the window now.  It is NAP TIME, thank God.

I am special.  I am PIP!!!