There is no explaining Daz.
He belonged to a friend, and had the unfortunate existence of having rocks smarter than him.
But he did love to wrestle, and have his tummy scritched.
He’d fall over like a tree if you scritched him right.
Then he’d lay there like he was dead while you scritched away.
This guy was like that, too. He’d lay there at your feet, belly up, until you scritched him.