Its hard to take a picture of a beagle eating and keep it in focus!My beagle Oliver was recovered from a hoarder who had 23 beagles. He was one of the last ones adopted from our local animal control, probably because he was 12 yrs old at the time. Six months later his adopter returned him to the shelter because she didn't have time for him (my guess is because she didn't want to deal with his epilepsy).
For no reason at all, I was surfing the animal control website when I saw his picture. 12.5 years old, idiopathic epilepsy, and that background - people said I was crazy, but I went down to meet him anyway. He didn't really know how to interact with people and was a bit standoffish, but I adored him. I brought my senior mixed breed down to meet him and Jack fell in love. So, Oliver became part of our family.
It's been 2.5 yrs, and I love him more every day. He's cute, silly, affectionate (that took some time), and stubborn. He pushes me out of bed so that he can have more room. He scrounges the house for more food. He burrows his nose under my arm when I'm trying to knit. And he's the very best beagle ever. ♥ Nothing makes me feel better than when he comes to me for comfort and security. I love that he feels safe and happy with me.
This "last chance" little beagle filled a hole in my life and my heart that I didn't even know existed until he came along.
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