brain on boredom

My daughter blamed it on Vicodin, but that was worn off by then. The problem was a brain sitting around more than it is accustomed to, because of recent surgery. So, we think interesting things. Such as, at lunchtime, talking about varieties of dogs, and what kinds people work to keep purebred. "Nobody tries to breed a bouvier with anything but a bouvier," averred my family. "Oh?" asked I, "How about a chihuahua? Then you'd get a bouvihuahua!" Any other good suggestions of combinations? Maybe I should just get back on my medication--