We got our 3rd beagle this weekend. She is an old girl, 8 years old. And unfortunately has been stuck in an animal shelter for over a year. She was adopted by another family but was then repossessed by the shelter when the new owners were not taking proper care of her. We first saw her at "Care - a - Lot" pet store up for adoption in January. I wanted her then but Terry wasn't on board. "We're here for fish, we don't need another dog." Okay okay, you're right I thought. But 2 weeks ago I saw her again for adoption. When I was told how long she had been at the shelter I said. "Okay, that's it. She's ours. I can't take it anymore". I came home and told Terry "we're getting this dog, that I can't take it anymore, you don't know how much it would mean to me.... that....""Okay, that's cool", he said.
"Oh. Okay Cool!!!!" and me being me, I cried, a bit.
For now, her name is Sassy. But we don't quite feel she is a "sassy". She's a "Lady" or a "Libby" or a "Lady Bug", but not Sassy. We're working on the name. It will come to us soon.
~ Update ~
The name finally came to us! Lil'bit!
So now we have Lil'bit, Tater and Beans.
Here's good ol' Tater. He's got two womerns now! I spelled womerns on purpose.
And of course. The original beagle that started it all. My massive "save the beagles" obsession. The smush. The fat. The stinky. The Beans.