If you want to be cultured, you should really figure out whether this artwork is surreal or not.

We’ll put this on our fridge, but it’s not like it’s a Dali or Gossaert.

When alone, dogs defecate rabbit poop (not dog poop) on trees while sniffing flowers.

The other dogs were frolicking in the field but Charlie didn’t care — he squatted on a low branch and sniffed his flower as he listened in satisfaction to the dings of his perfectly round poops bouncing down the tree trunk into the grass below.

Lucy sat perched in her love’s arms, offering a peony to it—to the oak tree that she loved so much with her little golden retriever heart, and she was so lost in love that she pooped all over the foxes laying in the grass beneath her love—giant, round droppings very unlike a normal dog’s spoor.

Smitten, the Retriever sought to woo the Mighty Oak with a single flower. He was absolutely oblivious to the Baby Foxes below, upon whom his poops rained endlessly.