A match made in heaven

Nothing warms the cockles of your heart like seeing a big, butch Man's Man sitting in a cafe with his adoring, teeny-weeny sausage dog which is clad in a knitted pink argyle sweater and appears (by dint of shameless eavesdropping) to be called Darlene.

Lowly, unworthy mortals such as I can only gaze in envy at such happiness.

Bless.