She stimulates the goofer lobe of my brain. Dogs aren't my favorite species, and she doesn't look especially frenly or happy. But I find myself staring. I look at her eyes, at her long hair, at her long borzoi snoot. I can't stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss her. I feel weird about it. I feel like I should be wondering what she's like as a person. I say this knowing full well that the artist can only have intended her to be fetish fuel. That floof is SUPPOSED to make you want to hold her close on cold winter nights. But I feel ashamed for going right there immediately. Obviously this means I am a shallow manchild.