That’s step one. Step two has to do with a slice of bologna.
Yeah, it looks funny, but PLEASE don’t do this to your loyal dog. Don’t do it to the one who’s gonna drag you, your spouse and your children, all unconscious, one-by-one out of your burning house by the collar in the middle of the night in a sleet storm and risk his/her life to to return to the inferno to fetch your wallet and a 6-pack with a quart of Jack.
Do it to your ambivalent anarchist cat who doesn’t care if you burn or not as long as there’s a pile of food somewhere within a quarter mile of the house.
Just don’t do it to the dog.
[Image from here.]
Kids like to get wet (except for the last one who ran home to change his pants).