Setting: Vet school library/study hall
The vet school library was a place of hushed whispers, rustling pages, and the faint scent of… something vaguely medicinal. Kola was supposed to be reviewing thermodynamics. He had a quiz on enthalpy, Gibbs free energy, and other concepts that, frankly, made his brain feel like a bowl of overcooked kibble.
But Kola, being a dog of discerning taste and a deep appreciation for the finer things in life (like naps), found the Second Law of Thermodynamics to be particularly… relevant.
"Everything tends towards disorder," he mused, observing a perfectly folded blanket on a nearby chair. Within minutes, a passing student had rumpled it into a chaotic heap. "Entropy, in action."
He stretched out on his textbook, a particularly dense tome on the properties of ideal gases. His eyelids drooped.
"My own system," he thought, his breathing slowing, "also tends towards maximum entropy. Without a significant external energy source, like, say, a treat, my natural state is… sleep."
He considered the external energy sources that could counteract this inevitable slide into slumber:
The textbook, unfortunately, offered none of these.
He demonstrated the principle of ΔS ≥ 0 (the change in entropy is always greater than or equal to zero) by falling asleep on the chapter on enthalpy. His drool, a physical manifestation of increasing disorder, created a localized area of high entropy on page 47.
"Naps," Kola concluded, his head resting heavily on the glossary, "are not merely a pleasurable activity. They are a fundamental expression of the universal laws of thermodynamics."
He dreamed of blankets spontaneously folding themselves, treats defying gravity to land directly in his mouth, and Samba being forced to perform complex thermodynamic calculations.
The library, with its hushed whispers and rustling pages, became a symphony of snores. The quiz on thermodynamics? A problem for future, more energetic Kola.