In case you’ve ever wondered what it looks like whan I walk my dog, it’s pretty much like this:
Just replace the tall, athletic guy with an adorable 112 pound redhead who couldn’t shoot a basket to save her life. Oh, and add a few more pounds to (and remove a good bit of the pretentiousness from) the dog. And assume that the dog’s owners don’t have a full-time staff who probably take the dog on regular walks and train him well. Otherwise, we could be twins.
(In case you’re not quite as cultured as me, the title there (and here) is a reference to that monumental publication “Us Weekly,” which has a regular series titled “Celebrities are Just Like Us” (parodied here), which involves squeeing with delight over pictures of celebrities doing things like buying coffee or tying their shoes. I had a roommate who read it, OK?)