the weird dog toy has a name these days: Lucky F. Dog, given it to it by some drunk dude clutching his nth can of dale earnhardt jr.-special-label-budweiser who sat behind my older sister and i at the busch series race on daytona 500 weekend weeks ago. his words: “what the hell is that thing on its a**? i bet its name is lucky. you know that’s a fa**ot dog!” whoa. and all we could was laugh, because really, only inebriation and ignorance, could produce something so homophobically priceless? yep, fa**ot rhymes with maggot.