Is this the saddest stock photo ever taken?
Is it her birthday, or the dog's? Is that a tiny cake or a really large pillar candle? Is she trying to make the dog blow out the candle? Was no one else invited? Is this unattended birthday celebration taking place after the collapse of civilization? Is that why she (or he -- I am not sure of the human's gender, frankly) spends the day alone, celebrating with only a faithful hound? Does the dog feel the party hat he is forced to wear is undignified? Can this photo be the definition of modern existential dread? What sort of eldritch horror awaits both human and dog just outside of frame?
So many unanswered questions.