more then one... and let me say this... not one of them has been put down in the pound... they have all been put down with a hand gun... or rifle...the last one... my uncle took me with him... to put my dog doobie down... best dog in the world... a black lab with a bit of chocalte lab in him... he was normaly black in color... until the sun hit him just right... and his fur would turn into more brownish color... he was only a year old... but we had to put him down because he got the taste of blood....

but anyways to continue with the story... my uncle was a dumb ass... and shot my dog 2 times...(with a gun that has brought full sized bull elks down with one shot) so i grabed the rifle out of his hands... because my dog was still yelping and i just couldnt let my uncle blow this dog into little chunks befor it finaly died... so walked up to the dog... gave him one last hug... and had to put the rifle to the back of his head... and take care of him...

thats the hardest thing in the world to do... to put down a dog that would eat your weed if you left it laying out... to a dog that would just injoy smoke being blown into his face... to a dog that would start barking when your mom started coming up the stairs... the dog that at the end of the day would just curl up and share your bed... and sleep with you all night... and most of all... the dog that would make you happy as hell when you would come home so pissed off that you were contemplating killing some one...

i miss him... everytime i bought a bag of weed... just to rember him... i would have to roll up a doobie...