People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

My neighbor Paulie.
He looks a lot like Tony Hale.

He’s got a long-haired collie
whose hair he slicks back into a ponytail.

Just like his own.

Nice and tight.

It’s pulled up so far it affects his sight.

I can tell.

They look like this:
dog owner-to-dog anamorphosis.

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

Arf, arf, woof, woof, woof, 
arf, arf, woof, woof, woof.

Uh huh, uh huh.

That is dog for “ponytail.”

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

I saw a little bichon
wandering Whole Foods down the aisle.

I said, “You don’t have a leash on.”

Oops! My mistake.

That’s when she turned and smiled.

Not a dog.

But a lady.

Holding a dog.

With similar curly, white hair.

And the same eyes!

And the owner touched the dog’s paw 
to my hand and said,
“Hi! This is Claire!”

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

Ruff, ruff, ruff,
ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff,
ruff, ruff, ruff.

Uh huh, uh huh.

That is dog for “cheddar cheese.”

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

I was recently on a walk
with my own precious dog
when we crossed paths with a lady
who began a dialogue.

She said, “Your dog is cute,”
as she gently pet her side.

She proceeded to inform me
that her own dog had just died.

I said, “Sorry for your loss,”
and she got teary-eyed.

She said, “His spirit’s up in Heaven.
But he’s always by my side,
because I had him preserved.”

I was like, “What? Like taxidermy?”

She said, “No. I had him freeze-dried.”

I was like, “Huh?”

She was like, “You heard me.”

Then she reached into her bag,
and pulled out her dead creature.

As I took a closer look,
I saw they had the same features.

Same nose.

Same ears.

Same eyes.

Eyes!

Eyes!

Eyes!

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

Arf, arf.

Bow, wow, wow, wow, wow.

Ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff.

Uh huh, uh huh.

That is dog for “taxidermy.”

People who look like their dogs.
I love when people have dogs,
and they look like their dogs.

Ruff.