Spawz; Well, ol' Rufe ain't chased a car in months. Well, that's not exactly true. There was that night a couple a nights before Christmas when everyone in the trailer park was arguing about just about anything they could think of to argue about with anyone they could find to argue with and ol' Rufe and Retha Mae got into over watching roller derby and then next thing you know, she was packin' up the Chevette to go up the the top of the mountain to spend Chiestams with her mom, Helen. Well, Rufus, had just finished doing his usual Christmas ritual of kickin the driver's door of the Chevette as Retha Mae was pulling her Christmas get away to mamas when Rufus remembered that he'd picked up a case of Black Label which was still in the trunk of the Chevette. Now, I wasn't there to see it for my self but the folks in the treiler park said he was worse than any dog they'd ever seen. The boy was chasin and barkin and carryin on and ol Retha just stepped on the gas and turned up the Merle Travis tape in the cassette deck. Well, you gotta hand it to the boy. I don't know how long he chased that Chevette but about two hours later ol' Rufe come walkin' back into the trailer park, whistlin' Jingle Bells and had him his case (less 7 beers) of Black Label under his arm. But other than that little relapse, Spawz, the collar has done wonders for the boy...