Augggh

There was a Black & Tan Coonhound with the rescue group we got Hound from and she was small and sedate and had sad eyes and Kevin melted (he is a cynical chocolate shell over a heart of purest marshmallow fluff) and we don't need another dog although his argument that the beagle is now more of a pooping area rug and does not count to the two dog limit does actually hold some merit.

(We are increasingly afraid that the beagle is undead. Someday he will go outside and crumble gently into ash.)

We got away houndless, but it was a near thing.