As I sit on the kerb surveying my suburban street, this pooch is very grateful to be offered a plethora of tasty metal to lift my leg against. And I can't help but notice just how many of the cars come from the stable of one car manufacturer. From previous generations of BMW management, the 3s are scattered like leaves, the Minis glisten in their chrome-laden cuteness and the odd X5 sticks up like the Matterhorn in an Alpine range, writes Big Dog.