A lot of people are thinking the dog is dumb for walking around with a box in front of its face.
But you see, we are the dummies, because the dog has his box, and for those few minutes, while the dog has his box, everything is as the doggie world should be, because the dog has his box. And all other things such as trees, walls, and tires are just tears in the rain, compared to the relationship between the dog, and his box, and the box and the dog.
At least until the squeaky not-a-rat toy shows up. That jerk.
Speaking of dogs: