It does to me. Almost every morning I run through Brookbanks Park and see one of these beasts walking with a middle-aged white fellow. I'm usually caffeine deficient and tired, and every time I see these two I think: what is that man doing with that sheep?
But I learn from the owner ( the middle-aged white fellow) that in fact its a "Curly Coated Retriever", a very rare breed of dog on this side of the Atlantic. There are two broods a year in Canada maximum, and maybe a couple of hundred animals extant across the whole of North America.
Very friendly dog , and well-trained, and probably very expensive. But how many people want a dog that looks like an skinny brown sheep?