Shoulda named him Elvis

...Hound Pup, that is. Several of you here at Dave's have heard me talk about Hound Pup, the creature my 'touched' border collie, Zero, brought into our home by doing the nasty thru the fence with the neighbor's hound. He got his name because one has to call them SOMETHING, but I didn't want to name him because I didn't want to KEEP him. He's dug up the yard, he's eaten cuttings and flowerpots, he's stomped rose bushes to death---and when he got out of the fence, did he run away? No, he stood there, crying to be let back in!
And now he's singing.