Way back when, when S and I got engaged, we mostly wanted needed money. People were extremely generous with us (and we got some physical gifts as well). One of the first, physical gifts we got was a singing cow. It perfectly, although not so subtly, alluded to the obvious. A Wisconsin girl had fallen in love with a Spanish-only speaking Chilean. The cow sings, in Spanish, and moos—it brings me endless laughter and freaks out the dog.
I am mostly posting this so that Dan and Helen, who gave us said singing/mooing cow can see it now. It has a prominent space in our home and an actual use: holder of myriad hair bands and jewelry.