I’m what you call an animal lover. An animal rights guy. If I see a wounded animal on the side of the road, I’ll stop, scoop up the poor fellow and drive him to the closest vet. Don’t get me wrong. I’m no bleeding heart liberal. I eat my steak and eggs just like the next guy and I’m not shy showing my three little punks the wrong end of the belt when it’s called for. My buddies pester me to go hunting with them. But that’s not me. When one of them bags a six-point buck, it’s drinks on the house. I’m not above getting a free buzz on, but when it comes time for the toast, I head to the juke box and blast Julie Andrews singing Doe a deer a female deer…