Hounds for the Basket Ville.

As some of you know I have 3 large dogs and 3 large hounds, The youngest is a hound, a Bloodhound/Redbone hound- 50/50, is a handful. T-bone by name after T- Rex cause both are terrible monsters  He is almost a year now. 
We payed over 5000 bucks for fence and it gave us 24 hours peace, on the 25th hr he was on the other side waving at us. (we didn't pay anything close to that for him, no wheres near that I can assure you, he is the only one who was not rescued in one fashion or another)
So tonight the lights have just gone off and I am heading to bed, I glance down at the middle of the floor and notice a large stuffed toy with a realist tail. Realistic tail? Warning bells start going off in my head.
Hmm the the little devil has found a mummified large black and white country kitty, a polecat, a damned skunk, so old it no longer stinks, that he has been chewing on. He has kindly brought it to me hoping I will exchange it for cookies. Now he wants to give me kisses.
I can only hope I survive till he is a year old in a few weeks, beyond that is a gift.