A dead frog.
Picture it: Mike and I were on the couch watching The House Bunny. At first he was watching reluctantly, but once he realized it was about Playboy bunnies, he quickly changed his tune. It's actually a cute silly movie. Cipranis were involved. We were having a grand old time. Dante wanted to go out, and after a while Mike had to call him back in, which is unusual. I was too engrossed in the movie to notice when Dante slinked in the house and went straight back to our bedroom. Mike was too busy watching the T&A.
Neither of us noticed when Dante emerged from our bedroom and jumped on the couch to put his paws on Mike's lap, as usual. After a couple of minutes, I NOTICED THERE WAS A DEAD FROG IN MIKE'S LAP.
I think the funniest part of the evening was our collective reaction. Roughly half my drink launched as I followed suit off the couch. I hate to admit I was screaming, which made Mike launch too. But Mike requests that I note that he didn't scream. Dante figured he'd just join the celebration with all this launching, screaming, and dancing, so add incessant barking to the mix.
Mike came to the rescue and disposed of the body while I tried to catch my breath from laughing. Poor dog didn't understand why we threw away such a grand prize, so the peanut butter kong is his distraction.
Note the stifled indignance that we didn't appropriately appreciate his frawg.