Never been able to figure out if it's the dog that looks like it's owner, or the owner who looks like the dog. Either way it is a fascinating phenomenon and frequently makes me smile. (Ginger and I resembled each other in spirit.) The opposite made me smile today. Walking down the sidewalk today was a trio, large man - no neck, black muscle tank over black jeans two small dogs on leashes. The dogs had long flowing brown and gold well groomed hair, and bright pink bows on the tops of their heads holding their fountain pony doo-s in place as they bobbed, sniffed and shuffled side to side. Diamond studded pink leather collars adorned their necks. The man at the other end of the leash was all business and BALD. He was tall and heavy, arms thick and defined, and his belly protruded far enough in front to block his feet from his view. His pace was "Real-Man" swagger. The little dainties pranced along at a prissy pace. The only thing they ALL had in common were long, brown, handle bar mustaches, waving in the bright morning breeze. Oh, and I'm pretty sure they must have had a lady in common, wife or girlfriend because no MAN is going to play "dress-up and groom" with little critters like this. I smiled and shook my head for at least another mile down the road.