I laughed inwardly at the comical sight coming toward me. A man was out walking his two very-different dogs. While the little black mop-of-a-thing was trotting contentedly at his heels, the cute-as-a-button beagle wasn’t. He was straining at the end of his very long leash. But not straining forward. At least that would have been …
The Beagle and the Ibis
Putting In a Good Word 