Whoa-lly Crap! Dandy Dog
For a while now, Anie & I have been discussing what kind of dog we want to own when we co-habitate (whoa, big step, I know, but that’s a whole other story…).
One of the themes that comes up often, though not as often as I’d hope, is owning a schnauzer (sp?). My primary interests are because I imagine educated people with dens and wall-to-wall bookcases own schnauzers. Also, I like to imagine I could teach it to smoke a pipe and talk like Sherlock, or at least Mr. Peabody.
Then today I saw this bad boy:
I am 142% sure I need to own this guy.
Well, I say “own” but how much can anyone really own a dog that knows how to wear a top hat, monocle AND smoke a pipe? Shoot, I don’t even know how to smoke a pipe.
I need to convince this dude to move in with me. I’ll even pay his half of the rent as long as he wing-mans for me on walks.
(image found on Clockwork)