Owners and pets
Walking in the meadows this morning I encountered a great big black figure coming the other way. It was a rottweiler.
"Should I give him a wide berth?" I asked its owner, friendly-like. The owner grunted and snapped that rottweilers are nice, implying that I was guilty of propagating a hideous, indefensible stereotype (that they are nasty, flesh-tearing man-eaters), before she stalked off through the buttercups, muttering, beast in tow searching for a calf to mutilate.
A minute later, scampering through the churchyard came two spaniels, gay and lively and friendly as could be, followed by their owner who apologised profusely if they were being a nuisance (which they weren't) and chatted awhile before heading off with a smile and a chuckle o'er the lea down to the gently winding river.
Maybe there is something in the theory that owners and their pets resemble each other.



Sorry to disprove your theory pretty conclusively but Kims dogs are lovely, even tempered and sweet.
Talking of rottweilers, my fearless Scottie puppy, Rio, attacked one on our walk today.
He's not fearless anymore.
"Walking in the meadows this morning"...
Do you live in a Jane Austen novel Brian?!!!
Sadly not, PB. More like one by Dickens, unfortunately.
Kim - as years go by Rio will no doubt learn and benefit from the sage advice of wise old Uncle Alvin.
I have a Rottie & she really is a very sweet dog, just misunderstood. She "talks", which comes out as a bark or growl but only to strangers who don't come up to her & say hello because of her size & look scare people. Her barking is only her expression of hurt feelings. She's actually a big baby & afraid of her own shadow. Most Rotties are gentle giants.
Thanks Jenny, I'll bear that in mind.
Actually, the dog itself was quite friendly when, swallowing my fear, I stroked it a bit. It was the owner that seemed dangerous.