My dog died.

     The family dog I grew up with died friday morning. She was 14 years old, and her name was Opal. She was a Beagle/Bassett/somethign else. She was an all around DAMN GOOD HOUND DOG. In her hay day she was so fat her belly would almost drag the ground. That’s when my hubby started calling her hoggles. She would make like a piggy sound when scarfing down food out of your hand.