So, really, the only reason I snapped like 70 photographs of this was because of the box.
Yes, I could go on a long, rambling, and ultimately humorless tirade about “animal massagers,” and “how do they get the animals to hold still anyway?” But that’s really not why I got the pictures. I got them because of dad.
There’s a man who really knows how to get into his animal massager. I mean, He’s even kicking a foot back in delight. I hope Damien behind him at least gets a few bucks out of this transaction, because his client’s really into the moment.
Also, is dad like 10 feet tall, or is it my imagination?
Here, have a pig.
Or maybe a lion. Possibly a pig-lion.
I’m assuming this is meant to be cute, but a cute what? Porcupine, bear, lion, pigdog, lots of options. None of them are wholesome. Though overall, the effect is more like some primal wind-god from the corner of a map than any animal I’m familiar with. Like a legend that says “here there be dragons,” only, “here there be pigdogs.” I don’t know. I don’t question thrift store craft anymore.
Pigdog from Goodwill on 2222 and Lamar, animal massager from GW on 183 near Anderson Mill, Austin