[Jeff Higgins]

Don't mess with those dog collars, boys. I used to run a couple of dogs in field trials, and used the collar on one of the harder-headed ones for some training. That meathead wasn't even impressed with it when it was set on "11", by the way, so I quit using it.

So, one day my then 10 or 11 year old son, who was helping me with the training, asked what it felt like. So, we put it on "1" and I gave him a quick zap. He screamed like hell, fell down, and was flopping around like a fish on the living room floor. My concerned wife comes rushing down the hall, and there I stand, remote in hand, collar on the prostrate kid, with him crying like a little girl. "You sick bastard..." is pretty much all I remember after that.