I pulled my car out of the garage the other day and a chunk of ice fell out of my wheel-well. It was all black and nasty with road spray. I didn't think much of it and headed off to work.
I came home that afternoon and my husband said that our youngest dog, Grover, had quite the experience with the ice chunk. Grover walked out into the driveway and saw this chunk of ice sitting there. He had no idea what he was looking at, so he hunkered way down with the hackles on the back of his neck up, growling at this black chunk of ice.
I told my husband that I thought Grover did that because the ice was black.
My husband asked why.
I said, "Glacial profiling."
(ka-boom ching)