Well gosh dogs and when I say gosh dogs...DOGS is what I mean too.  Let me tell what happen to me this weekend. You know stuff is always happening to me but it's been pretty good stuff lately I guess but anyway....It was like this...I stop by the dumpsters on my way home from work Saturday night and there was these 4 beagle pups that someone had just threw out. That crap [censored]es me off to no end. I mean gosh dogs if you don't want your animals anymore have them put to sleep or shoot them but don't leave them to die a slow death of starvation and/or eat to death by ticks and fleas.  Now I do have a compassionate heart for children but I have a pretty tender heart to animals to. Anyway, I load these 4 goofy pups up, 3 boys and 1 girl, and off I go. Man, the whole way home I was thinking what in the hell am I going to do with these pups and what in the hell is Katrina going to do to me when I drag these pups home? So then I decided since I had to drive past my ex house where my ex wife lives that still has my ex dog pens I might as well take them there. So I pull up to the dog pens at like 2:30 in the morning and unload pups and start carrying water and food out to them. When it is your ex house with your ex wife living in it make sure you call before you show up in the wee morning hours unexpected because the new boyfriend may carry a gun.  Next thing I hear is BOOM, "who's out dere...I'm gonna shoot ya if ya make another move".  Whoa, Jeff it's me Cheyne. Then I tell him I'm leaving the pups for him and KieLee because they deserve a good home blah blah blah. Then the misses has to come out before I could get back in the truck and get gone. So I explain to her the sadness I felt for these poor dying pups and how they needed a good home blah blah blah. I thought I had her won over and then she walks up to me, kisses my cheek and says "nuh uh buster I was married to ya remember" and winks. I hate that! So then I have to load these blooming pups back up and I take them home and put them in the garage for the night. I crawl in bed and about 5:00 a.m. Katrina wakes me up, "you hear something".  NUH UH. "I think there's something in the garage"...NUH UH. "Go look"....NUH UH. "F**king coward I'll go look then"...."CHEYNE".....in a little mouse voice I mumble "uh huh?" So I tell her how it all happened and how I even tried to leave them with Jeff and Kie but it just didn't work out real well. So now I have these 4 beagle pups. One had a bad nick on it's nose, the lil girl loves to be patted, one I had to whack across the ass several times already for stealing boots and crap and the other I just figured I would name him Nack. So now I have Nick, Nack, Patty and Whack! Pretty cool, huh?