What can I say about Hooter. I swear he had 9 lives – well, 3 anyways. Almost died as a pup from being left behind from litter in tall, cold weeds. Nursed him back with heating pad and blankets. Then got hit by car – broke front right leg. Survived ice storm of 1987 (?) all by his self. Then Jeff decided he had to stay outside tied to chain and choker collar which became embedded in his neck. Then one day, Jeff told me Hooter got loose and we never saw him again. Well, needless to say, Jeff admitted to me several years later that he took Hooter out to the woods and shot him.