Month: August 2006

I’ve heard this expression often. Last weekend was the first time I saw it firsthand.

“I like all dogs, but I’m a beagle man,” he said, pausing to spit out the window of his pickup. In the truck’s bed, there was a dog crate that I’m pretty sure had a beagle or two bumbling around in it. They were quiet, but my dogs were freaking out and seemed to sense something was in there.