Found this in some old stuff of Dad's. Dad was a Veterinarian.

That reminds me of a dog named Steve.
I live on the shore of Lake Erie and whenever I would spend the day at the beach (many years ago in my youth) Steve would some times be seen observing the young ladies standing at the shore with their feet in the water, talking to one another. Steve would pick out the one with the best body and walk up beside her and put his head on her leg. If she was pretty he would take all the affection she had to offer.
BUT if she was homely he would immediately slink away and find another "friend".
It was amazing. And it also got me thinking about KARMA. If I don't keep a good watch on myself I could end up as Steve the dog in another life.

Dog's got style.

Photographic art.

The original image showed the male dog's feet, which would thematically complete the image. Can you imagine the photographer's instructions to the model? Just go down the sidewalk and pretend you are... The sunlight is from the right but nearly overhead. Enough light that the aperture could be small for maximum depth of field. The horizontal top stripes emphasize the model's lines. The little dog's leash is taut. The big dog's tongue...

Just art. Pure and simple.