One of my friends in North Carolina was 4 foot 10, and about 120 pounds. Her great dane, Spook, was taller when he was sitting the she was standing up. It was always funny when he got in trouble and Tracy was correcting him. There he was looking down at her with a look of " I'm sorry mom!" on his face.
One of my ex-girlfriends (also my vet and a close friend) has an Irish Wolfhound named Sam. Shannon is 4 foot 11 and 119 pounds. Sam is tall enough to look her in the eye, and he goes about 170 pounds. When she takes him to work with her, she has to fold up the back seat in her f-250 so jhe can ride with some degree of comfort.
near as I can tell, those dogs were definitely not photoshopped.
Is it better to do the right thing for the wrong reason, or to do the wrong thing for the right reason? If you do the wrong thing for the right reason, is it still the wrong thing?
Si vis pacem para bellum.
There are two ways of doing something. Right and again.
If you can't be good, be great at it.