This episode proves that a) there is a God and b) He thinks I need a dog (a couple of dogs apparently), because the instant I got home from the vet's, after announcing to the grown-up occupants of the kitchen that Animal control can come get Surfer and kill him if we can not prove he is had his shots, I went downstairs, pulled Surfer's file out of the fireproof lockbox that holds the passports, mortg