About 1950 or so my uncle drove a couple hundred miles and paid $250 (a LOT of money then) to buy a beagle puppy whose parents were both field trial champions. When Bill brought the pup home he told my mom "now damn it Jo Ann, don't you dare make a pet out of this one, she's going to be a hunter."
In the middle the night my mom woke to the sound of that baby beagle crying for it's mother. After a few minutes she couldn't stand it anymore so she got up, got the dog and took it back to bed with her. That was all it took. The dog bonded with her and would never do a thing my uncle tried to get her to do. Boy was he mad. Of course, the dog was still valuable as a breeder. Her name was Susie and she was my Pokey's mother and the namesake of my current beagle Suzi.
In the middle the night my mom woke to the sound of that baby beagle crying for it's mother. After a few minutes she couldn't stand it anymore so she got up, got the dog and took it back to bed with her. That was all it took. The dog bonded with her and would never do a thing my uncle tried to get her to do. Boy was he mad. Of course, the dog was still valuable as a breeder. Her name was Susie and she was my Pokey's mother and the namesake of my current beagle Suzi.