but the spaniel knows how to sneak into the front yard then bark his head off at potential intruders. The beagle merrily joins in. How that beagle manages not to say a word while the spaniel stalks is a mystery to me.
Chester remained super attached to me all his life. Usually he wanted to be laying on my lap or held like a baby; until he got sick; he no longer wanted to lay on me, but he always wanted to be near me, keeping an eye on me. He appointed himself my protector, too. He laid on...