I can still remember Matt and Bullet sitting on the couch of the truck sleeper together. Matt would be reading or studying and Bullet would stretch out, pushing and pushing with his back feet against Matthew in a battle of the wills. Bullet would not stop until Matthew was off that couch. Bullet almost always won. It reminded me of a fight between siblings, that loved each other very much, but when a quest for space became a little too much to handle.
There would be walks in the woods, which we fondly called “hunts” as it was time for the Beagle to put his nose to the ground, and do what he was bred to do. How we loved his bay! There were birthday parties, when family and neighbors who had the same love of dogs and whom would understand would be invited. There would also be steps we had to take to "Bullet-proof" the house, and it became clear, this dog reigned. There would be cuddles, and corrections, comfort and consternation…all in the life of my two boys.
The Beagle represents love mostly in the fact that the 10 years we had him, were critical growing years for our son; the in-between years of childhood and becoming an adult. It seems all too quickly they were gone. In just a moment, those years were all gone. Today, on his 10th, Bullet represents those years.