The way Above Pomeranian feels about Above Sausage is the way I feel about damn near everything in life.* Juicy-looking, achingly unattainable, and, ultimately, probably disappointing if/when obtained. (JK, I bet it’s delicious.)
*I almost compared it to Gatsby’s green light but REALLY, F. Scott devised that after being inspired by this Pomeranian’s sausage.
