I got the cutest puppy ever this weekend. He was born and bred to keep foxes away from the girls. The cats hate him. The ants have moved in on his food bowl in the same room the brooder is in. The girls don't know he's just playing when he bolts across the yard @ 55 miles an hour. The gardens have turned into something like the surface of mars. The carpet, well, the carpet, let's just say it's going to be replaced. My buddy from high school called out of the blue last night and said 'just wait until he hits 7 months'. I was afraid to ask why.