I'll admit it's possible that I have lost all perspective when it comes to the china Staffordshire dogs I purchased at Brimfield with Laura. I may indeed be blinded by love. Love for the two best dogs in the world! I mean, they never pee on the floor, try to mate with your leg, eat the couch cushions, need to be walked, chase the cats, bark in the middle of the night, roll in anything that smells disgusting, the list goes on. As dogs go, they are perfect!
It has been brought to my attention, by none other than my BF T-Dawg, that they are a tad "creepy." When I pressed her for further explanation of why, exactly, they bother her, she clammed up. But she did threaten to steal and "hide" them. I was like, hide them where? Like in my house? So I have to look for them? Like a scavenger hunt? Or do you mean "hide" them as in "put them in a sack with some rocks and drop the sack in the Hudson River"? She refused to elaborate, just repeating over and over that she was going to "take them away and hide them."
But so far she hasn't carried out her threats, and the dogs reign in peace over the living room from the mantelpiece:
And what is she talking about, creepy??? These dogs are adorable! Look at their expressions!
The one on the left is named Brimfield, and he's a little more friendly:
You can see that he looks a bit hopeful, like there might be a treat in the offing, but he's definitely not begging. These dogs have good manners (I'm telling you, they're perfect pets).
The one on the right is named Master von Woofington III, and he's a little more reserved:
I mean, you might want to hold out your hand and let him get used to you before you go right in for a pat or an ear rub, you know? It's not like he'd bite you or anything, but better safe than sorry.
Anyway, I love them both and Theresa better keep her hands off if she knows what's good for her. I think dognapping is a felony, and I WILL press charges, her BF status notwithstanding. God forbid they end up at the pound! They wouldn't last five minutes among the tough strays from the street. I shudder to even think of it. At least they have collars with tags, so they won't get put to sleep...
You know, I think I've put my finger on what's a little creepy. And it's not the dogs.