Gaston, Chú Chó Bull Mặt Xệ

Gaston refuses to walk unless he's wearing his little sweater, even in July. He stops every five steps to dramatically sigh or inspect a random leaf like it’s an ancient relic. He hates rain, mud, and any dog bigger than a Chihuahua. He only drinks water if it’s in a wine glass and heated to room temperature. He snores like an old man with sinus issues and farts like a demon in his sleep. We once took him to the park and he sat on a bench, judging everyone like a tiny French aristocrat. That’s Gaston.