The weirdest moment of Sunday's Red game was when one of the players on my team asked what the rink's dog policy was. As captain, I'm expected to know answers to many questions, some reasonable, some just odd. The winner so far was 'Hey Liz, what's the rink's dog policy?' Umm, I assume no dogs. 'Oh, because my dog's in the car.' Suddenly, it's my responsibility to get the dog a new friend for the duration of the game, because as you know, there's no way I could ever encourage someone to leave their dog in a hot car.