monster sarcasm rally

Since I had to submit myself to torture a few weeks ago, I decided that those I love should share in the experience with me. I arranged for Beandog to have his teeth cleaned. Bottle Rocket Whatever, you should be pleased to hear this. It means his mouth'll be nice and sanitary. I'll send him down to your place so he can greet you with big ol' wet, sloppy kisses.

Since a dog can't (or rather won't) sit nicely on the chair and hold his mouth open, they have to do this under a general anaesthetic. Which means he won't really be tortured at all. He'll just be all stoned. Um...

I, on the other hand, will have to foot the bill for this non-torture. A mere $500 or so. Er...

Crap. He didn't really get to share in any of my pain, did he? In fact, I just added to my misery by signing up for a huge bill so that he could stumble around stoned for the next day or two.

Well, all is not lost... The Stinky Monkey definitely received some torture today. I dropped him off at the same time. He's not getting off as easy as Beandog. Nope. He's getting [gasp!] a haircut. And a bath.

Ha! Somebody to share in my torment!