I rescued Barney when he was 2 years old. He was attacked by a Rottweiler one night and came up to my door for help. His owners were never around to take care of him, so I got him fixed up at the vet, paid the bill, and took him under my wing.

Had him around for another two years. Every weekend we went to visit Dad who lived out in the country. Barney had a time, off on a trail for hours on end.

One evening he didn't come in for supper. Something was wrong. Our other dog, a dachshund came in with out a scratch covered with blood that was not hers as if she had laid in it.

Hunting season was over, so it was no "accident". Somebody got him on purpose. Dad must have walked a hundred miles looking for him. It was about a month before I realized he was gone for good.

Barney awaits in noisy beagle Heaven !!