I am bothered by a particular domestic sculpture that is found on at least two doorsteps in well-to-do Center City Philadelphia neighborhoods. Upon first glance, we have your garden-variety stone dog, holding a basket of stone flowers in its maw. But look closer. Shouldn't the dog's jaw be slightly open? What dog can close its entire mouth around the handle of a wicker basket? He would have to have a basket-handle shaped cutout in his teeth and gums for this to be possible.
In other dog news, I live across the street from the Cutest Dog in the World. Behold:
Here we see him trying to stay in the shade on his doorstep. Aw! Somebody get that boy a parasol!