Am I gonna take this dog too?

This is a PR story about FJ.

Years and years ago, FJ had some dogs.  They didn't get along with his wife or something, it's not clear, so he asked PR if he could keep them at CFS.  PR said sure, I can do that, and he put them out in the back and they would hang out with the goats and emus and stuff.  PR would take them on walks and run them and play with them because they're lonely.  They're basically his dogs, except that FJ said that he should be charged for food and stuff.  This goes on for like 3 or 4 years.  Then one day PR is driving in Cambridge with his wife, and he sees FJ walking a dog down the street.  PR yells out the window "Hey! Am I gonna take this dog to CFS too?"  FJ's all confused, like what are you talking about?  He had totally forgotten about those other dogs, and asked PR to find a nice home for them.  He gave them to a lady near CFS, and she baked him something nice for Christmas that year.