Some days you're the dog, some days you're the hydrant. One of them was always getting pinned under the tractor, and Lassie was always rushing back to the farmhouse to alert the other ones. What with all the time these people spent pinned under the tractor, I don't see how they managed to grow any crops whatsoever. They probably got by on federal crop supports, which Lassie filed the applications for. If you don't mind throwing tennis balls for eternity, I do have an opening in doggie heaven.
All trees have bark.
All dogs bark. Therefore, all dogs are trees. The fallacy of barking up the wrong tree. Then he is Mr. Dog. Calling a tail a leg doesn't make it a leg.