The Chinese Crested is like that eccentric aunt who wears silk robes, drinks tea out of a chalice, and somehow always ends up under a blanket—even in July. With their signature “tufted mohawk meets naked mole rat” aesthetic, they strut around like they’re modeling for a Parisian pet runway. Despite their fragile appearance, they’re surprisingly agile, playful, and full of sass, often choosing one favorite human to become utterly obsessed with (and shadow like a stage-five clinger). Whether they’re powderpuff or hairless, they don’t just want to be near you—they want to merge with your soul through prolonged lap contact. They may shiver at a stiff breeze, but they’ll bravely bark at ghosts, suspicious leaves, and the idea of being left alone. Wrap them in a sweater and praise them like royalty—it’s what they were born for.