I remember the first (and only) time I saw a toast rack on a kitchen table. It was holding toast. How adorable. It said, "Here is toast to eat - hurry and eat toast!". OK, little toast master. I am hungry for toast.
And I'll never forget this cast iron boston terrier door stop at my grandparent's house. How nice of you to hold that door open, little fella! Aren't you adorable. And oh so heavy! I wish I could feed you treats for doing such a good job being a cast iron dog door stop.
I don't think anyone makes toast racks or cast iron dogs anymore. I could see these types of things coming back into style when hipsters get older. One day vintage toast racks will cost hundreds of dollars, like some of those doggies up there. The toast racks I don't expect to find at charity shops - not in the USA anyway. Them I may need to buy online.
But cast iron dog door stops? I will hunt you down, little doggies. And I will find you. I will not pay those shipping and handling prices.
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