What A Hoot Owl Apron

I figure if aliens are looking down on the planet that they've most likely come to the conclusion that dogs are in charge and we're their underlings. We follow them around and pick up their droppings. Feed them. Play with them to make them happy. Buy them toys. Give them treats. Inflate their egos with all the "good boy" schizzle we speak to them. etc, etc. From puppy, right to old dog age.
The butt sniffing thing may be the entire reason the aliens are into probing in that area (sure... I'm writing this as if that's a legit, proven fact and not something made up by some hallucinating loonies). What are these worshipped, master dogs smelling and looking for up there? Surely these orifices must contain some incredible treasure for them to have such a persistent reaction towards them, greeting their co-dogs, and any other species for that matter if opportunity is there, with an immediate nose-to-ass "how do you do?". Bring up the specimens. Investigate. Probe!
Awwww, shit.