<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>When I was very young, we had a male beagle. All I can say is that you should be glad you didn't get an unfixed male to take care of. Our beagle went through a screen door in order to romance an unfixed poodle who was being walked down the street!</div><div> </div><div>Those were in the days when I don't think they fixed dogs (unless I'm clueless about when that practice started). As a result, I can't imagine that I'd ever have an unfixed basset around! Imagine trying to stop a sixty-pound basset from having his way with a lady! The happy thing was that I don't think the beagle quite caught up with the poodle before my dad grabbed him. Since I was about six when this happened, I must admit I don't remember all the details. But I know there weren't any poogles in the future (Or would they be
beadles?).</div><div> </div><div>Just another reminder of why it's good to fix your hounds (basset or beagle).</div><div>Pam, food slave to the Dashing Bassets</div><div> </div></div></body></html>