One our golf pros' wife brought up their son carson. Hes a cute kid so i wanted to get on his good side. When i finally coerced him over to my desk bribing him with his wildest dreams coming true with what i had behind my back, i pulled my "triumph the insult comic dog" puppet out. I was shot down and screamed at and a bit of spittle hit my eye. He ran away screaming about the scary dog, thus bringing in a whole slew of golfers to see what the commotion was about. I put the puppet in the trash.