A guy is in his front yard, barefoot, shirtless, in cutoffs, working on a painting. There are several other paintings, presumably his, nearby. Zack and I walk by.
Painter: Hey! Wanna buy a painting?
Me: Sorry, I don't have any money with me.
Painter: Wow! What kind of dog is that?
Me: Oh, he's a basenji. His name is Zack. They're African. Funny little dogs.
Painter: You know what kind of dog he looks like?
Me: Um, some people think he looks like a shiba inu...
Painter: No, no! He looks like a dog in a movie! You know?
Painter: You know what I'm talking about? The kind of dog you'd see in a movie!
Me: You mean like Benji or something?
Painter (clearly exasperated): No! No! You know, like the kind of dog that solves a riddle? He solves puzzles, man! And he gets the bad guys! And he talks to other animals, like wolves. That dog! That's what your dog looks like. That's what he looks like to me.
Painter: Hey, do you want to buy a painting?
Me: Uh, no thanks.