My old roommates and I spent a couple months stealing traffic cones from the construction site down the street, climbing on the statue’s shoulders, and putting them on his head like a hat. We did it probably 7 or 8 times. Never got caught. I still think it was hilarious
You don’t have to be a parent to understand the horror of walking into a room to discover that the baby crawled out of his crib and onto that pottery wheel you forgot to turn off. And while the baby is spinning around and around, the dog is sitting there all calm, like a person, gently using his paws to fashion the baby’s soft cartilage head into something a little more modern. It might be the classic tale of bad parenting, but let’s see where the dog is going with this.