Similar to the ex, this is cute and petrifying all rolled into one. The pitch of my scream would’ve been 12 octaves higher than Ned Flanders getting goosed if I opened the elevator to see that thing on a body. If anything I’m simply happy nothing happened to the dog. That poor little playful pooch who was dressed up against his will could’ve gotten hurt. Like Molotov Cocktail from a balcony hurt. Some redneck with a concealed weapon’s permit could’ve mistaken it for a creature out of Greek Mythology and instinctively shotgunned it back to Hades. Or at punted to the face out of straight fear. And I wouldn’t blame them. PETA needs to do something constructive for once and get on this shit before it happens again.