This afternoon a friend and I were out walking and I spotted a man up ahead of us walking a beagle. But his tail was down and he didn't really have a springy beagle step. Eventually we caught up with them, and I oooed and ahhhed and put my hand down to pet him, but he shied away. He looked so nervous, would hardly even look up at me. The man explained that he was a rescue and had been mistreated, and was very timid. I said, "Well bless you for rescuing him." And he said that it's his son's dog, that he was just babysitting. Then he went on to say that he was a Katrina dog! Poor baby, to have gone through Katrina and been abused too??!! He just looked so sad. So here's a gentle hug for you, little guy((( ))), wherever you are. I hope you're able to settle into your new home soon, shed some of your baggage and have a happy beagley life, flying your beagle flag proudly!