Finnegan the dog was thinking about the meaning of life, and of lamb chops.
Freeze-dried lamb chops, that is. Finnegan was an astrodog, you see. That’s like an astronaut. Except a dog. Living on a spaceship as a specially-chosen astrodog on a mission to Mars, you get used to freeze-dried stuff. Lamb chops were best. At least, Finnegan thought so.
Padding along a corridor, he sighed and tried to think other thoughts. Of having a nice scratch. Or of Commander Pete, his owner, who was the very best kind of human. But he kept returning to lamb chops. And when he did, he began to drool.