A Dog As a Status Symbol

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Most of us have heard the assertion that dog owners eventually start to look like their pets, or maybe some people are subconsciously drawn to dogs that have similar features as themselves.
But what about the people who see their dogs as a reflection of themselves, not necessarily physically but in character, or perceived character.
I'm sure we have all seen the over-the-top gay guy, mincing along with his French poodle or Labra-doodle, or Shi-doodle or any of the other poodle hybrids that are fashionable today.
These dogs are often small, skittish and kinda girlie.
Does the gay guy see these attributes as a reflections of his own? If so, there is nothing at all wrong with that, especially when you see the dog owners at the other end of the spectrum.
The tough guys; The heavy dudes.
It doesn't seem to matter just how big or tough they really are, the important thing, to them, is how big and tough they look.
And what better way of commanding respect than to walk around with a pit bull terrier the size of a horse.
In the old cowboy days they used to say (apparently) if you can't fight, wear a big hat.
Could it be the same with the tough guys and their dogs? Admittedly, some of the guys being dragged around town by these monster dogs do resemble their pets.
He looks like a brick with eyes and so does his dog.
But you also get the wannabe tough guy.
He's a bit too small, a bit too weedy to instil fear in anyone as he passes by.
But the scarred and drooling mutt he's almost pavement-skiing behind, now that's a different story.
This thing looks like it could tear you to shreds without breaking stride.
The saddest part about this last group is that they don't hear the sniggering and snorts of derision emanating from onlookers.
How could they? They're too busy trying to maintain an air of cool toughness as they wrestle with the massive chain leash and yell at Rambo to heel or sit or one of a number of commands that Rambo has no intention of complying with.
Of course, in the middle of these two extremes we have the middle of the two extremes.
The pudgy husband who is reluctantly taking his golden retriever for its nightly walk, the fitness freak jogging along in his designer running gear with his designer Red Setter trotting beside him, its tongue lolling as it looks imploringly up at its master as if to say 'why do we keep running like this when we always end up back in the same place? Why don't you run and I'll wait at home for you like the loyal dog I am.
' And there's the morning walker, stopping to chat with other morning walkers as their cocker spaniels try to hump each other.
And finally there are the oldies.
These elderly citizens are beyond walking dogs that are constantly straining at the lead, desperate to get somewhere until they are let off their leash and suddenly find they have nowhere to go.
Senior citizens want a little dog that can run around the back yard and exercise itself.
One they can pick up and throw onto the back shelf of the car and have it act as a car alarm while they are shopping.
One they can have on the sofa beside them as they watch an old movie, sharing a little chat, the odd chocolate biscuit and perhaps a drop of sherry.
Yep, there's all types of dogs and dogs for all types.

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