Did you ever watch a dog after it’s owner bathed it? Did you see how it runs around
like crazy? Rubbing every bit of it’s body on anything and everything in it’s local radius; swathed in it’s own distinctive, maladjusted cocktail?
A breakneck frenzy, calming into blissful exhaustion when certain it’s picked up enough high-speed-patina of life. It is no longer clean.
A slippery transmutation of tame pet into wild animal with it’s innate urges embedding intelligence into it’s form.
I loved watching our (long-dead) dog do this.