Odie was pretty dehydrated. This surprised the Garfield cat; never did it suppose that the Odie dog would manifest as an aesthetic joy. But here the Odie was on the edge of loading dock 8, completely dehydrated and wrinkled like beef jerky, as still as the wine in Buddha's thought balloon, and just plain pretty. Garfield cat stirred his curry, just stirring that curry up, trying to recall if he had ever appreciated any sculpture or single work of art as much as he was enjoying the Pretty Dehydrated Odie Dog just chillin' out here against a backdrop of open space. "Nah, dude," he told himself, "totally not." Lab-coated members of some extra-terrestrial species ran about with clipboards, chattering in their native language. "Maybe I'm just getting old."