ON PETS AND THEIR OWNERS

They say that, after a while, pets and their owners tend to resemble one another.

What sort of pet would a Russian general own?  Here ya go:


General Elisson (my great-great-great grandpappy, perhaps) and Commandant Woofer.

The resemblance is uncanny... even unto the Van Dyke.  Or is that the foamy sigil of madness?

[Tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Barry R. for the unforgettable juxtaposition.]