The Most Extraordinariest Pup -- an Extroadinarily Brief Story

Here is a fable about a very smart doggy.

There lived once a small dog, an extraordinary dog if ever one did live. The creature, in humane terms, was brilliant. It could do things that many humans were unable to. It could play a concerto on a piano with such ease and grace one would mistake it for a Beethoven blessed with hearing once again. It could solve mathematics unlike anyone since Pythagoris had lived in ancient Greece. The hound was, if any word were better fitting, awe-inspiring.
But the dog also had an unusually large fondness of barking, howling, growling, and other motley noises that dogs are so fond of making. The dog would literally deafen one as frequently as it would astonish another. And clearly, this was a problem. Who would hear the mutt's volin solos if wearing earplugs whilst listening for all of that barking? Who would bear concentration with the blessed thing if it continued to howl whilst stylusing away at a mathematical algorithm? Eventually, the barking became such nuisance that none would bear speak the thing's name. It sim-ply wouldn't quit. People tried tying its muzzle shut, but the rope came loose; tehy tried calming the thing with herbal seditives, but that failed as well.
And so, for the sake of the populus, those unaware of the dog's penchant for deafening others, the dog was kept in isolation. There, it continued barking, howling, snarling, and grew increasingly more vicious, for this is what it's inner nature instructed it to do. When the thing was relased from isolation, its larynx had failed, and thus its voice had died, as well. But no longer would it perform concerts or display public mathematical seminars, for it was a wild beast.
And here is the moral: One can never be the best in everything he might attempt, for this only results in an equal measure of malignment against this effort. The dog's barking, of course, had not originated until it had receivedf praise for its talents, at which point it knew none other than to rejoice -- by howling, growling, et cetera. This became so much habit, that it reverted to its instincts in isolation, becoming more of a vicious wolf than any well-trained pup as it was ever.