The day some low-life dropped a video on You-Tube of Little Hawk practicing his crotch-sniffing techniques, everything went to hell. His dogs refused to have anything to do with him for violating their ancient rites and procedures; his girlfriend wanted to know who the hussy was he had found to practice on; his lawyer called to say an e-letter had been received from the DA. All in all, he wished he'd never dreamed up the idea of competing in crotch-sniffing. Besides, his knee-caps were all rugburned. Ah, he shoulda stood in bed.