This thread, from a forum solely about Boston Terriers, is how I can tell that I have stepped off the cliff of normal and am plunging fast. Under any other circumstance, this would be absolutely hilarious. Right now, however, I look into those eyes and see bottomless grief, inconsolable sadness, complete wounded-ness over having to refrain from eating the treat placed upon one's head. Also the wounding shame of being photographed in such a compromising position.
I only wish I were exaggerating, but the fact that I'm going to get up from the computer so that I can avoid looking at this picture from here on out (I'm leaving it up so that my husband can laugh at it, at least) is pretty firm evidence that I'm not.
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