Dad's a pitt bull and mom is a rabbit. He got mom's ears, obviously.

It looks like he's tipped a few himself.

How one little garment can suck the fun out of an autumn day in the back yard.

I remember real tin tinsel. My grandmother used to put it on the tree strand by strand. Later she would take it off and lay it away in newspaper for next year.

Not cool.

Dad, I figured out why they call it a corn field!!!

That is his social security number tattooed on his arm. Curious.

Your cabana?

Now that is one fine critter.

Not much you can do, except what you did. You're fine.