I hate beagles. One moment there acting all happy, the next moment their blissfully running infront of a u.p.s truck no matter how many times you've yelled and them and smacked them for going in the middle of the road. Stuff like this shouldn't upset me any more. I mean, I had a entire summer filled with pet deaths a few years ago, and I KNEW Sugar was eventually going to get hit by some poor driver because we let her run around free instead of chaining her up or keeping her in a kennel. Yet I'm still upset because she got hit and is now dead. She's gone, just like that, no big deal she was just some dumb mutt that didn't do any thing to be remembered by (what ever animals can do, that is), she wasn't some pet I had in my child hood, She didn't have any thing special about her, she was just a stupid $50 dollar dog my dad picked up from one of a neighbors. I didn't value her that much but now she's gone and the outside seams empty. I keep opening the door expecting her to run up wagging her tell with that dumb look on her face and start begging for food or when I sit on the bench out side, expect to see her looking down at me from the porch with a doggy smile. I have to admit she hadn't been happy since our St. Bernarde died last fall. I REAKKY shouldn't care but I do, I be over it by tomarrow. So Shit happens.