Aunty Stella has a well documented and grim history on arrse for slaying his childrens pets, cats, puppy's & hamsters it matters not, they all end up dead. Two nights ago the phone rings and a daft brummie voice says 'Yaaamm alllrroooyytt, am a dadddy again mate.....moy boxer dogs dropped puppies all over the floor of our Brummie mud hut' I called him a puppy farmer because its only three weeks since he sold the survivors of the last lot. last night, prior to departing up the dancers to bo bo land I noticed he'd changed his facebook profile to Seeing Â£1000 quid vanishing before his eyes, our first aid hero reacted as quickly as a dopey brummie can...... He cut the end off the kettle lead making a home made defibrillator and placed the bare cables on the two inch long puppies head, then gave it 240 volts of dudley powers finest lightning bolts. It caught fire so he hurled it out of the way and tried on the tiny chest of the second, which was cuddled up to one of the other litter..... that one let out a barely audible squeak, then caught fire but it blew the circuit breaker on the box in the meter cupboard.... Stella at this stage, after ensuring two were dead stood up to put the lights back on to feel something squishy under his feet. The clumsy cnut had trodden on another boxer pup and now had puppy guts between his toes. I've already spoken to a ghostwriter and we are penning 'three down' a fcukwits guide to puppy breeding. When I later asked him what he thought killed them he acknowledged that steak followed by household amperage probably wasn't the best way to rear a litter of puppies.