A man walks down the sidewalk in front of my house, holding a dog leash in each hand: on one side, a mighty Great Dane the size of a pony. On the other, a Yorkie the size of a gerbil. His and hers? Yin and Yang? Trying to balance out the universe? Secretly prefers the Yorkie but doesn't want the other men in the neighbourhood to think he's wimpy? It puts me in mind of the race horses that have a companion animal - a goat or a cat - to keep them company. Or maybe the Great Dane considers the Yorkie an animated squeak toy.
Another lady has a golden puppy who has gone in circles around a slender tree and wrapped his leash in a tangle. Instead of simply unwinding the leash, the woman is walking round and round the tree after him.
People. Ya gotta love 'em.