Dogs are known to enjoy St. Patties days. I designed it based on my dog, which is actually a labrador but is very very very fat.

He has some how found a way to traverse time and space and travel into an alternate dimension where I do not know that he can do that and has been eating there and here because each time I try to scold him for doing that, he growls and drools and whispers in the ancient tongue of the cosmos telling me; "Fuck off ye rowdy gitt, and get more bovril!" So I do, because he has tried to flay my soul now that you aren't here to be sucked on like the halfling souless ginger bastard that you are.

He also ate a taco and some mints stuck between the sofa cushions.

And you can have it, just reach through the ancient cosmos and beckon the eldritch beast with a squeaky toy. Spectral Lovecraftian doggies love squeaky toys.

This is known and your words speak smarts, all terriers are by nature born from the eternal plane of Eld where they breed dis-contempt for things through the madness fueled blood. Haha, thanks a lot, I appreciate it!

What? People have called it a lot of things, but hardly ever cute. It must be the octopus eyes. Thank you though, I did base the body on an old photo of my dog when it was a puppy.