Only my dog

Only my dog would get this much joy out of having a tire around her head:

Until recently, this was her last ditch toy. The very bottom of the barrel. The crappiest of all toys, the one she would briefly consider, when sniffing through her toy basket, and then dismiss, even when there would be absolutely nothing else in there because I have yet to teach her how to put away her toys. Balance treat on nose? Check. Put away all her damn toys, rather than having them strewn about the house? Grumble grumble no.

Her nose was jammed in there, so we tried to wrestle it away from her, but she shoved her face in there like this every time:

Internet? Get a dog. You will find hours of senseless entertainment.