Rock

My mom's neighbors have a dog named Rock.

Rock is the Ugliest Dog in the World.

See?

My niece and nephew, however, are quite fond of him, and when he comes downstairs to pay them a visit, they get very excited . . .

. . . and they say things like, "He's so cuuuuuute!"

I've got news for you, kiddos. Rock is not cute.

Rock is more accurately described as a hideous beast.

Rock is the very definition of Ugly.

He looks like he just stepped out of The Black Lagoon . . .

He looks like Quasimodo's Love Child.

He looks like he was thought up in the depths of the bowels of hell, was rejected as too frightening, but escaped into the world anyway.

See?

The kids won't be swayed, though. They love the wrinkled, wretched creature . . .

. . . and, apparently, they're not the only ones.

"Awww, who's my cute little schnookie puppy-dog?"