I don’t know whats gotten into that man. He keeps making really bizarre decisions, and there’s no rhyme or reason to them. Last week he went out and traded in his car for a motorcycle, and that’s been one of the tamer things hes done. Yesterday he came home with no less than a dozen puppies. I couldn’t believe it. What are we going to do with that many? How are we going to take care of them all? We managed to find homes for them. One of them just happened to be our home. Yeah, we kept one of them. I just couldn’t send them all away. I’m not completely heartless. It makes me wonder if that was his plan all along. He can be pretty devious when he really wants something. The idea of having one puppy is easy to handle when you’ve just been asked to take care of a dozen.