BREWing any sympathy? Any at all?

Talking to my parents recently, I threatened to rescue another Beagle if they didn’t cough up the hound (which I would never do because Rocket is my #1, but hypothetically if I was in the market for a dog I’d be looking at rescues and shelters). Today at work I got curious to see what kinds of options there were as far as nearby(ish) Beagle rescue groups and I found BREW – Beagle Rescue, Education and Welfare.

(Check out the “So U Want a Beagle?” page. It’s nice to see they have a handle on the Beagly brain.)

I spent a good part of my morning looking through the available dogs. They seem like a sweet bunch, mostly younger dogs and pups, but a few senior citizens too. I’m not in the market for a dog because I have Rockoblocko, but if I was they’re the ones I’d go to.

Beagles on the brain today. The prospect of living alone gets sadder and sadderer when I think about it without a dog. I’m pretty sure I’ll be stressed enough next year finishing my MFA without adding the torment of a hound-less life onto it.

Sigh.

Too depressed for a haiku.

Sigh.