Who was it's owner? The grandchild of the man who came walking down the lane with the biggest Golden Retriever I have ever seen, towing him along in it's wake? No, it belonged to the Golden Retriever himself, who ran the last 30 feet toward me to be reunited with his toy -his owner helpless to stop him. This dog is seriously big - it leapt up, putting two feet onto my shoulders, and it stared me in the eyes. It looks like it weighs as much as I do too.
Single anthropomorphism - my cigarette break in the drive of my friend's house this saturday night allowed me to make a bit of pop-art on the windscreen of her Merc. Sadly it started to rain about an hour afterwards. The creature lives on here though.