B.B.

I remember it like yesterday... 4th grade, Mr. R's class... We were aloud to pick any book we wanted to read. I chose Shilo. One of my favorite books until of course... I grew up, but none the less. Since reading it, I've always had my mind set on owning a Beagle. FFW 15 years to a few months ago. I was in Oregon hanging out with my girlfriend. We were talking over our plans for the future... school, job, a home... and then it hit me... I'M GOING TO BUY A BEAGLE! At my house down here in California, we already have too many... a dog, two cats, two lizards, a ferret, two rabbits, and countless fish... of course that's now, we used to have another ferret, two rats, and two guinea pigs... but anyways... I figured since I'm going to be on my own, I can get a dog for me... So I got right on it, looking online, at pet stores, yellow pages, white pages, green pages, red pages... every and anywhere I could think of... Then! I found Bobcat Pets who had two 4 month old Beagles, a boy and a girl... I got in my car and raced over there as fast as I could. The girl looked just like Shilo but the boy didn't. FFW to check-out... I chose the boy! We named it B.B. and even though he didn't look like Shilo, he was still my little Beagle Baby.

I hate that dog. I truly mean it... I despise him... I would sell him, but then I'd regret sending him to a home where he'd be living in a good enviorment and treated nicely.

Tonight he killed my rabbit, Toby. Toby was a son of a bitch... always biting my wires and pooping all over the house, but he's been with us long enough to be a part of the family. B.B. would chase him all over the house because Beagle's are hunting dogs, but we'd yell at him, and tap his butt and tell him no. For a short while he had stopped, we thought he'd got the picture, but while me and my dad were shopping, he was home alone with the rabbit, and when we got home, laying on the floor, mangled with his eyes still open... was my dead rabbit. Fuck you B.B.