I’m A Sucker For A Hound Dog

So, I'm at home, watching the Westminster Kennel Club Dog Show, fantasizing about the adventures I could have if I owned that Scottish Deerhound, or the crimes that I could solve if only I got that Bloodhound that I've always wanted, or how me and my Saint Bernard would roll around in my backyard, when I see the beagle.

I forgot about the other dogs instantly, because I love a hound dog. My first dog was a beagle named Fred, and he protected me from the neighborhood bullies. In return, I pulled his loose neck skin the way he liked and howled along with him whenever the mood struck me.

So, I was rooting for the beagle, Uno. It was just an added bonus that he's a fellow Texan. Uno just won best in show, a first for a beagle. I can tell you why. It's because he's a charming motherfuckin' hound dog. When they announced that he won, Uno looked at ceiling and let loose a howl. Then I started crying, because I'm a sentimental softie.

I need another hound dog.