No, Stilly, Louie Frint is not the guy who "rescued" his dogs from my yard. That guy's name was Zeke something-or-other. I forget his last name. I think he lives back in the woods about a mile away. There's a driveway and a mailbox, but you can't see a house. His place is probably a shit hole, but at least he has the courtesy to keep his slovenliness out of sight. Louie Frint, on the other hand, suffers from the affliction which causes rednecks to situate their trailers as close to the road as the law allows so everyone who drives by can bear witness to their trailer trash lifestyles.