101

Good morning! Sorry this post is a bit late; I was finishing a really awesome book. But at least since this is my one hundred and first (is that proper English? I don't know how else to say it) post, I don't have to sit here and wonder for five minutes what I want to talk about.

One hundred and one. Can you guess what I want to talk about? I bet you can't. Even if you're thinking about 101 Dalmatians, you're only half right. How many of you have seen Disney's second 101 Dalmatians movie - Patch's London Adventure?

I rewatched it relatively recently, and my topic today is going to be Lars - that eccentric artist who paints black spots on white canvas.

Naturally, the instant Cruella de Vil saw his work, she fell in love with it. And Lars was happy to find someone who understood and appreciated his work so thoroughly.

May I be the first to say their first meeting or two were nothing less than downright creepy? Lars had that weird way of moving and talking, and he got waaay too close to Cruella sometimes to ever sit well with someone who knew how evil she was. And Cruella seemed to love Lars far too well for someone like me who hadn't seen the movie in several years to remember if Lars was a villain or actually semi-decent.

Those of you who could actually follow that last sentence and have actually seen the movie recently enough to remember it probably know what the turning point for Lars was. SPOILER ALERT. Cruella brought him Dalmatian puppies to skin and turn into canvases, and he insisted that, eccentric though he may be, he was not a sicko. ♥

That line alone was enough to win me over to his side of things for good. Why have we not seen more of him, I wonder? An unappreciated artist, for sure. Go spread the word and therefore the love. Lars is awesome, in a very weird but wonderful-to-dogs kind of way.