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These precocious looking dogs were my grandmas. Although a pair they exude the aloofness and sadness of solitude. Which is completely at odds with the warm fuzzy memories of Christmases where they watched over us from the fireplace in, what seemed to me, a grand hall (but I think was just a room!). I love that they are incongruous with everything else I own and yet they follow me where ever I move, to find another shelf, or windowsill, or fireplace to begrudgingly sit on, to remind me to not get ideas above my station.