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| Name: |
Barney
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Age: |
Ten years old
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| Gender: |
Male |
Breed: |
Beagle, Basset Hound |
| Home: |
Bethany, West Virginia, USA |
Barney
is a very special dog to everyone in our town. His story starts out at
a pound. My family had just lost our beloved, Rascal, another beagle.
Everyone was missing the dog, and my dad (needing a new hunting partner)
decided he wanted another beagle. We went to the pound, and the first beagle
we saw was Barney. He was found wandering the streets with no tags or collar.
He knew how to sit, speak, shake, and he knew how to love. We took him home
five days later.
At first Barney was a little hesitant. He peed on the floors a few times
until he learned he was supposed to get someone and go to the door. We also
gave him a brand new collar and tags which made him look quite handsome, but
he lost them the day we put them on him. He loves to hunt, and every collar we
have ever gotten him is lost in the woods or creek, so we gave up after a few
years. Barney soon decided that he was not a one-home-dog. He made his
rounds to my aunt's, then to my grandparents', and then finally, the whole town.
Being the center of attention 24/7 for him is a great thing. It means free
food from the local college or a night away from home when he decides he is
too tired to walk twenty feet to our house. He can go into any store and any home
he wants. Life is great for him. He has neighbor dogs which he visits
every day, and he has our cat to boss around. We also took in an identical
looking beagle (a tad smaller, and a beagle/terrier mix) Abby. They are the
cutest couple on campus.
Barney has gone missing a few times, either hunting too late and going the
opposite way from our house, running around with a stray who leads him to
trouble, or just by standing in our neighbors yard and walking up to anyone
who might have a treat (this includes the pound).
At the end of the day though, Barney knows who his real family is and he knows
his life couldn't get any better than it is at this moment. He's sleeping next to
the fire place, dreaming he is running. Shhhh...
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