I had a little beagle, Calli, that loved to hunt both squirrel and rabbit. I think the funniest thing I ever saw was Calli baying her heart out going round and round a big stump with a snowshoe hare sitting on it watching her go round and round. I had such a good laugh, I didn't have the heart to shoot the bunny. I had another dog, Trouble, in Florida that would hunt squirrels, rabbits and quail. She was a mutt and was also a great retriever and killer of cotton mouths. She was quick enough to never have been bitten. She got her name as a pup when she tore down a line full of clothes. A dozen or more dogs leave you with lots of good memories. Each one is special in their own way. It is sad to see them age and pass on. I think little Mabel, a beagle, won't see next Spring, and Donor, a huge loving mutt will not be far behind. They all enjoy a good life with love and companionship, playing and hunting. Charlie, the youngster Feist, is learning to take Mabel's place in the hunt and the cycle goes full circle.
Enjoy your dog, and grow with him.
Pete