I got home from work today and went to take the garbage out to the dumpster. By the dumpster was a little Shin-Tzu dog looking sad. It seems that the owner of this dog has been treating him poorly and leaving him out a lot. Well, I gave the dog a friendly "hi" and started back to my apartment. Halfway there I hear the pitter pat of little feet and look down to see this little dog following me. I kindly said to him to go home and kept on walking. I get to my door and guess who was there? Yep, the little dog. I open the door and in he goes. My wife told me this is a little dog that has been mistreated not only by his owner, but all the local monsters, er kids, as well. So we decide to play puppy rescue and took the little fella into protective custody!
And what does my son decide to name him? Casey! That boy has great potential as a train nut!
Michael

And what does my son decide to name him? Casey! That boy has great potential as a train nut!
Michael