Cross-posted from another forum. In the 7 weeks I've had Honey, I've started noticing the comments people make. Again. Here are some of the . . . Err . . . Best. Honey: "Is that a cat?" "What kind of dog is that?" "Look at the size of that!" (Usually accompanied by coming to a complete stop and staring, hand-to-chin, like she's an art exhibit ). "How old is it?" (Fair question). "She's 5." "5? Weeks? Months?" "Years!""I thought your cat was following you." "Ooh! I see you've got a sausage dog!" She's also been mistaken for a Poodle, Shih-Tzu and a Lab (over the phone, trying to sort out some flea treatment). These two happened just yesterday, when I was a grumpy so-and-so anyway. For the first, I didn't even stop walking, Honey walking to heel.) "Is that a Chihuaua?" "Yes." "What kind?" "Long-haired" "Can I have her? "No!" Thinking, absolutely not!"Are you carrying her because of the seagulls? "No." (I was carrying her because I'd been to my mum's, and she was taking us home via picking my eldest niece up from dancing, locked us in the car with the windows up, and both Honey and I could feel the mercury rise - even at 7:30 at night. As such, Honey didn't have her collar/harness/lead on, and I wasn't going to let her loose in a car park. It wasn't until after this that I read about that tragic Chi who'd been taken by a gull from his own garden). Milly: "Is that a greyhound?" "Lurcher." "What's a lurcher?" "She needs to run!" (In the middle of a housing estate). "And if she does, and beggars off for a couple of hours, are you going to be the one to go looking for her and return her? No? Thought not!" :Bag"What's her name?" (Teens/Preteens) "Milly." "My friend just lost her GSD 3 weeks ago. " *Turns attention to friend* "Sorry for your loss." "Can she have Milly?" "No!" We moved swiftly on. Both: "Ooh! Little and Large!" "You should call them Big and Small." Anyone else have some . . . Classics?