Waking Up To New Yard Art

You have an old, rusty and chipped wrought-iron dog that adorns your front porch.

You also have a husband who thinks that it simply cannot go another day without being made-over with a fresh can of spray paint.

You see your husband carry the wrought-iron dog from the front porch to the back yard. Along with spray paint and rope. You secretly wonder about the rope.

You don't really give a shit, and go to bed because it is night time.

You wake up the next morning and while making coffee in your kitchen you look out the window and see this.

You take a closer look.

You anxiously wait for hate mail from your back yard neighbors informing you you're a super weird family and that your kids are no longer permitted to play with their kids.