Canine Hillarity

I was playing pick-up softball in Regents Park last Sunday when along came this little muppet-looking mutt who immediatly jammed his snout into a mostly-empty styrofoam cup of coffee. Having licked out the dregs, he found he was unable to extricate his face from the container and started pawing it drunkenly. Once freed, he, utterly non-plussed, trotted through the batbags, gloves and such and absconded with a bananapeel. I nearly peed my pants.