They say that, after a while, pets and their owners tend to resemble one another.
What sort of pet would a Russian general own? Here ya go:
General Elisson (my great-great-great grandpappy, perhaps) and Commandant Woofer.
The resemblance is uncanny... even unto the Van Dyke. Or is that the foamy sigil of madness?
[Tip o’ th’ Elisson fedora to Barry R. for the unforgettable juxtaposition.]