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Sarah's little basset/beagle mix. Makes him a Bagel.
Turns 2 years old soon. Bought him from the breeder for $25. Probably the best money I ever spent for her.
It was love at first sight. He got his name the day we got him. She walked out the front door to talk to the neighbor, leaving the door open with the screen door closed. He tried to bulldoze through the door, head first, to get to her.
She'd come home from work or shopping and he'd sprint out the door to greet her, jumping all over her. Then he'd run to me, like he was thanking me for bringing his missy home and run back to jump all over her.
She and this dog were inseparable for all of last summer. She couldn't move without him being right at her heel. She'd go lay down and he'd lay down at the top of the stairs, just outside the bedroom doorway. He would actually growl at me when he'd hear me coming up the stairs. lol
He's not a very big dog. Twenty-five pounds at the most, but he would have given his life to protect her.
When I came home from Rochester without her, he was heartbroken. I'd leave the house and he'd run to the passenger side of the car, expecting her to get out. And when she didn't he'd look at me with a sad face and mope to the house.
Now, he treats me the same way. He's got five acres to run, but won't walk more than ten feet from me. I come home and he's in the window, barking, waiting for me to come in. Now he's jumping all over me.
It breaks my heart, sometimes, to sit and pet him, him sitting or laying at my feet. I made him a promise to love him like his missy did. Now he loves me like he did his missy.
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Turns 2 years old soon. Bought him from the breeder for $25. Probably the best money I ever spent for her.
It was love at first sight. He got his name the day we got him. She walked out the front door to talk to the neighbor, leaving the door open with the screen door closed. He tried to bulldoze through the door, head first, to get to her.
She'd come home from work or shopping and he'd sprint out the door to greet her, jumping all over her. Then he'd run to me, like he was thanking me for bringing his missy home and run back to jump all over her.
She and this dog were inseparable for all of last summer. She couldn't move without him being right at her heel. She'd go lay down and he'd lay down at the top of the stairs, just outside the bedroom doorway. He would actually growl at me when he'd hear me coming up the stairs. lol
He's not a very big dog. Twenty-five pounds at the most, but he would have given his life to protect her.
When I came home from Rochester without her, he was heartbroken. I'd leave the house and he'd run to the passenger side of the car, expecting her to get out. And when she didn't he'd look at me with a sad face and mope to the house.
Now, he treats me the same way. He's got five acres to run, but won't walk more than ten feet from me. I come home and he's in the window, barking, waiting for me to come in. Now he's jumping all over me.
It breaks my heart, sometimes, to sit and pet him, him sitting or laying at my feet. I made him a promise to love him like his missy did. Now he loves me like he did his missy.
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