The people who live in one of the houses we pass by on our walks have put a sculpture on their lawn. It is a hideously cheesy piece of a little girl lying on her side with a doll, staring off into the distance like she is daydreaming. And even worse, it just doesn’t look like it was properly finished. It just looks messy. Messy and corny.
And Seamus is so suspicious of it! He crouches down and gives it the narrow eye. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started growling at it. The question is, does he think it is some sort of strange animal that is a threat, or is he just showing his good taste as an art critic?
Sounds like he's showing good taste to me. I know exactly what kind of little ugly thing you're talking about.