Elliott Beagle was a good dog. He was close to fourteen years old when he died of lung cancer. Elliott never met a meal he didn't like, a neighborhood dog he didn't greet, or a person he didn't make friends with. He was famous for being one of the few dogs to create a non-aggression pact with the squirrel kingdom.
Elliott had three previous owners whom I know of and he came to me with multiple "issues". He wasn't my best dog, but, he was my favorite dog. He was a good friend and will be missed.
He's pushing up daisies now (actually, tulips). I buried him in my flower bed near the fence where he used to bark at passing dogs. Just a few weeks ago he was barking at a woman who was walking with her little toddler. I apologized to her, saying I couldn't understand why Elliott was barking at them since he only barks at dogs. She said it was their fault, since her little daughter was walking down the sidewalk barking at every dog she saw.
If there is any kind of doggie heaven, I expect Elliott's up there playing tag with his friends Shadow, Cheyenne and Chester. I'm going to miss him.
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