I sometimes do this thing with my dogs. I pretend to be a sort of Cruella de Vil/Buffalo Bill from "Silence of the Lambs." I say, "We can take a bit of white fur from here," indicating the cute little tummy of one of my Boston terrier chihuahua mixes and "maybe a bit of black from the fat around the neck area..."
Other funny bits I do involve telling the dogs to pose for their adoption photos or pretending to draw a meat chart of a cow on them. It's all quite hilarious and leaves my daughter and I in stitches, because the dogs don't speak English and all they know is we're paying attention to them and isn't that good? The fact is, I'm one of the most indulgent dog people on the planet. I anthropomorphize my pups and all dogs ... and birds and rodents and insects. For the most part, the fact that I love (lerve, loave) these furry four-leggers makes me feel a kinship with other animals that can't speak our language, which is why I can't help but emit a tiny gasp when I see people wearing fur.