An actual conversation at my garage sale today:
Me: "Good morning, how are you?"
Old Man: "As good as a 73 year old man can be."
He sees Ada's crate which is serving as a table to display my items.
"That's a big crate. What do you have? An Akita?"
I was impressed at his guess, as Ada was unhappily cooped up in the back yard.
"Why yes, we do!"
"I like them. My hair is Akita hair."
I thought, "Whaaaaaaaaaaat?", but said, "Oh, really?"
"Yep. I sent a sample of my hair away and the closest match was Akita hair, so they made me plugs out of it. Do you want to feel it?"
I took his word for it, because apparently I can just go pet Ada and it would be the same.