Who could've predicted that the meaning of human existence would be discovered written in plain English backwards on the upper palate of a Bernese Mountain Dog who'd been taken to see a vet for an unrelated itching problem? Although somewhat smudged (Uni-ball ballpoint) the message was still legible, breathtaking in its profundity and simple poetic clarity, astonishing owner and vet alike, who exchanged dumbfounded expressions, while making somewhat less of an impression on veterinary intern Tammy, who stood off to one side and thought for easily the tenth time that day about how gross mayonnaise is, to the point where if she even thinks about it she almost gags yet can't seem to help herself, and no impression at all on Gracie the dog. Gracie's itching—attributed to the wool in her new dog bed—cleared up in a couple of days and she was able to commit to a full schedule of media appearances. The message she carried was viewable only by a small mirror inserted into her mouth, and was documented by fiber optic camera just before it faded away in the natural course of things.