A logician is checking into the hotel he'll be staying at during a week long conference on the foundations of mathematics when he sees a small, cute dog in the corner.
The dog is panting and wagging in a friendly way, and he reaches out to pet her but hesitates halfway through the motion. Looking around the nearly empty lobby, he sees a well-dressed elderly man sitting on a bench nearby. The logician asks the man, "Excuse, me, but does your dog bite?" and receives a curt headshake a single Fren…