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About a year ago I had to put my dog down at 18.5 yrs he was just an all around great dog that I still miss to this day.
Today a friend of mine was on her way from the city to see me and she found a dog on the side of a major hwy in Toronto.
I took him to the vet and there was no chip or ID hes about 3 months old. I've called around to shelters but there's been no reports of him missing.
I'll keep looking for the owner but if not I've got a new dog.
Here's a pic of him on the way home from the vet.

Aw, he'll be so happy. Beagles are particularly unhappy when lost, and will show their appreciation for life if you rescue them. All dogs will, to a certain extent, but there is just something pitiful about a lost Beagle, and something amazing about a rescued one. I've had two Beagles in my lifetime; one was truly lost when we rescued him, and the other was in a cage at a pet store where he'd been neglected, having to live in his own excrement, malnourished, etc. We saved him, and he rewarded us with ebullience and loyalty for many, many years.

Congratulations! I hope you both will be happy together.

Shoosh

Forgot one of the reason's I posted this.
I need a name for him.

Chunks?

Not bites.

Awe... the original snoop dog! I rarely see beagles these days.

Sorry, no names come to mind, I don't know him though. I find that you can't name a pet without knowing its personality. I had a million names picked out for my first dog, but when she arrived, none of them fit.

Cute! Make sure he has a place to dig and protect your garden. Beagles can be ferocious diggers. Great dogs.

In my family, the dog's breed is just as important as its name. Let me explain...

We always got our dogs from the pound, starting when I was a child. Years ago, my parents brought home this beagle-terrier mix. It got named "Brownie" by the kids, but was really golden in color. My father advised us that the dog must have a suitable breed name, dignity demanded it. He decreed it to be a Golden Schmultzer. Brownie was the worst dog I ever had a relationship with (possibly excepting a few old girlfriends); it bit almost everyone in my family, including grandma, but somehow spared my father. Perhaps she was grateful for the breed name dad bestowed upon her.

Moving forward, my then-future-wife-to-be brought home a wonderful pound puppy she named Matthew. In truth, he was our first child. Remembering my father's advice, we provided Matthew with a suitable breed name: Mottled Shpotzly. His white and tan mottled coat would reveal his spotted skin when wet. This was the best dog in the world, and he was with us for many years as our later children (breed name: homo sapiens) grew.

After Matthew kicked the bucket, wife and kids visited the pound, this time bringing home a rather homely pup who looked to be a cross between a shepherd and terrier. He was big, growing into feet that were meant to carry a 120 pound frame. Skipper, of course, needed a suitable breed name, and it was determined his line was an old one, that of the well-known Brindled Schnotweiler. Skipper stayed with us for many years, while the kids headed off to college.

Our current dogs were picked up by the pound as they wandered the local city streets together. Too much alike to be anything but sisters... or are they? These smaller dogs, Emma and Elizabeth, appear to be the result of an experiment in sexual promiscuity conducted by their mother, who almost certainly found favor with at least two disparate male canines. Emma, a muscular, golden, short-haired terrier mix looks remarkably like my first dog Brownie, but thankfully displays a much gentler disposition. Of course, she is a descendant in the Golden Schmultzer line. Her sister Lizzie looks like a terrier-scotty mix, and is a frizzy pup. Bearing some resemblance to a much-smaller Skipper, but needing a shave, she is undoubtedly the rare Bearded Schnotweiler.

I have a hard time spelling these breed names. So I tell my friends they are all spelled the same: M. U. T. T.

wylie1 wrote:Forgot one of the reason's I posted this.
I need a name for him.

Well, I can tell you one thing NOT to name him. When I was about 10, this little Beagle found us, and I adopted him. We were inseparable. He loved chewing on bones, and would hide them and sneak around with them so that the other dogs wouldn't find his bones. My mother eventually said I was going to have to name him. So… I chose "Boner." Yep, really. I was 10, lived on a ranch, and I'd never heard that term used… well… in a slang way. My mother was apparently from another age and another planet, for she didn't pick up on it, either, or if she did, she chose to avoid the issue entirely.

When I told my father what I'd named the Beagle, he did a double-take, looked at my mother, and acted a little funny. I had no idea why. But rather than confront me and tell me about the ways of the world, he just sheepishly said "ok, that probably fits him about as well as any."

From that day on, when people asked my dog's name, they always did this double-take and suppressed a chuckle. I never understood why. It was only when I was a few years older that I found out that there might have been better choices. I resolved to be the kind of father, someday, who told his kids about things so they would be ahead of their classmates and avoid embarrassment such as that. I did that, actually, and my kids turned really great.

But I can tell you that's not a good name for a dog. But at the same time, neither is Precious, Sweetie, Smoochums… there's quite a list.

Shoosh

Shooshie wrote:

wylie1 wrote:Forgot one of the reason's I posted this.
I need a name for him.

Well, I can tell you one thing NOT to name him. When I was about 10, this little Beagle found us, and I adopted him. We were inseparable. He loved chewing on bones, and would hide them and sneak around with them so that the other dogs wouldn't find his bones. My mother eventually said I was going to have to name him. So… I chose "Boner." Yep, really. I was 10, lived on a ranch, and I'd never heard that term used… well… in a slang way. My mother was apparently from another age and another planet, for she didn't pick up on it, either, or if she did, she chose to avoid the issue entirely.

When I told my father what I'd named the Beagle, he did a double-take, looked at my mother, and acted a little funny. I had no idea why. But rather than confront me and tell me about the ways of the world, he just sheepishly said "ok, that probably fits him about as well as any."

From that day on, when people asked my dog's name, they always did this double-take and suppressed a chuckle. I never understood why. It was only when I was a few years older that I found out that there might have been better choices. I resolved to be the kind of father, someday, who told his kids about things so they would be ahead of their classmates and avoid embarrassment such as that. I did that, actually, and my kids turned really great.

But I can tell you that's not a good name for a dog. But at the same time, neither is Precious, Sweetie, Smoochums… there's quite a list.

Shoosh

Ha! That made me laugh. I love innocence.

Okay, this has nothing to do with dogs, but thirteen years ago, when I was forty-five, I wanted to name my Christian band The Knockers (to go along with the Bible verse, "Knock and the door will be opened to you.") The other band members turned it down. The bass player said, "Yeah, I can hear it now, 'Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a nice warm hand to The Knockers.'"

Edit: And I thank you for not going through all the commands a ten-year-old could have given little boner. We can hear them. They are hilarious.

When I was a kid we got a dog from the pound that we named "Bunny" because we got her on Easter. She was a great dog. We later got a rabbit that we named 'Spot".

We then adopted a Springer Spaniel from a family down the street who named her "Fee", short for "Fee Fi Fo Fum", her full name. That was one hilarious dog!

I read that dog names should be two syllables ending in a vowel. This helps the dog understand that the sound is its name for some reason. in that vein, let me offer you some potential beagle names:
HiFi
Barney
Howie
Milo
Millie
Wilma
Karma
And of course "MOTU" to keep this on topic

Dogs are special creatures. They were the first animal to be domesticated by humans thousands of years ago. I read that they are the only animal that will look in the direction that a human points - they are that attuned to people.

Good luck!



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How about howl, as that is what they like to do.

It's a rare dog that will look in the direction you point. They usually look at your hand.

We just took in a rescue dog, a 7 year old Scottie named Tavis we hoped would teach some mellowness to our two-year old Scottie Isabella. Sadly, the inverse has occurred... Izzy is teaching Tavis to hunt in the back yard at all hours, bark at every passing shadow and wake us up at 3 AM.

Congrats on the new boon companion. Yeah, they're often a PITA, but we have never lived without them, and likely won't.

Well I've just about done everything I can to find the owner.
Today I'm going to drive around the houses beside the hwy where he was found to see if there's any postings,if people still do that?
If not I guess I have a new dog.
Hes a fast learner I was able to teach him to stay in the kitchen and go no were else in the house, he seams happy with that.
last night he was in the garden eating tomatoes until he bit into a red chilly I've been calling him Pepper since that.
I almost forgot how funny dogs can be.
Here's what he looks like after he chewed by broom handle to pieces.

Yep, that's a Beagle for you. You might as well name him Trouble.

He's really cute. I hope you get to keep him.

wylie1 wrote: I almost forgot how funny dogs can be.
Here's what he looks like after he chewed by broom handle to pieces.

Yup. There's definitely guilt in his face there

Congrats on your new dog-friend! I'm sure he will bring more joy into your life