To infinity and beyond

We just got back from the vet's office where we learned that our beloved dog, Lucky, has an infection in his foot.

And not just any sort of infection, but a yeast infection. Hilarity ensued on the car ride home. Most of it in the form of vulgar jokes at our poor mutt's expense.

When we got back, we began dutifully giving the dog treat with his new collar on to get him used to this new, exciting and completely positive experience. I'm not sure if he understands humiliation, but if The Girl laughing at him doesn't turn him against us, nothing will.

As I type this, we've already seen one glass of water and other clutter fall victim to his new circle of destruction.

As an added plus, we've taken a dog that is noise sensitive and one hell of a barker and simultaneously given him a radar dish and a megaphone. Our neighbors are being given state-subsidized grants to get hotel rooms for the duration of this treatment.

That is some impressive engineering, probably from someone who owns a cat.