I used to play Dungeons & Dragons years ago with a bunch of guys. We'd sit around for hours and eat junk food, drink cola, make up characters, roll the dice and enjoy some good old fashioned adventures in imagination. One campaign lasted for months and would have continued had our DM not moved to Washington DC to pursue his career. Those adventures comprised some of the very best memories of my late 20's. To this day I have a soft spot for D&D - I still have my green D-20 and my little J'red character - somewhere someone still has my character pages. Anyway, whenever I see the dogs on a hilltop I think of 'advantage to high ground'.