Meet the Wildlife trainer, a little boy who needs pads and a helmet to give treats to a (his) domesticated dog. It’s little more than him and the cameraman running around squealing like little girls. These are the same squealing tough guys that put firecrackers into a baby doll. Apparently the baby is supposed to go boom, but I think they might have to wait about five years before puberty sets in then they can ask their parents if they can upgrade to big boy explosives.

