It’s a joke, isn’t it, that owners grow to look like their dogs? In fact, I often say that I’d like to adopt a retired greyhound because, hey – I’m hoping! But like all clichés there is more than a grain of truth in there somewhere.
Every Monday afternoon I see a woman walking her Doberman.
Now, there’s a match – especially when she’s in her black leather coat and
knee-boots. A very pretty (honey blonde) I know has a Cavalier King Charles
Spaniel. Well, of course she does. Now moving onto another friend who keeps Old
English Bulldogs – obviously I assumed that here was the exception to the rule:
then I met her husband! So here’s a
thought; maybe, if your dog doesn’t match you, does he or she match your ideal mate?
What a novel idea for the dating scene. You already know
that dog-walking is a great way to meet people, but now you’re going to be
looking at the single men you meet (and their dogs) in a whole new way.
And, looking at my husband, I need to adopt a Smooth Haired
Fox Terrier, not a greyhound. Oh well….
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