So I was looking closer than usual at my mate the other day while we were chatting on his porch. I was also looking at his dog. Yes, you know what I am going to say. He did look like his dog. It’s such a cliché, but it does seem to be true a lot of the time. Maybe it’s the way our brains start to compare faces once we are proposed with an idea.
There’s always a face in the mountains, even a face on the moon. So it is easy to think that is where it ends.
But I did also notice they both seemed to have the same hairstyle. The next thing that came to mind was his cat. Sitting there recently neutered, much with the same sullen slump of my mate. He’d recently been neutered by the taxman. From chasing women all the time, to behaving recklessly, he was not the man he used to be.
Poor cat, I thought, then I thought, what is he thinking about now?