just before bernie had come to me, in a box,but thats another story, i had a lab named scooby. scooby was diagnosed with cancer, and his health was fading. bernie was about 2 1/2 months old at this time. he loved scooby a bunch. scooby was "cool and a big dog". i was shaving one morning and lil bernie was jumping up and trying to grab scooby's ears. every so often he managed to clamp down on one and swing. poor scoob would yelp and try to get away. i knew scooby didnt feel so good, but it was cute. i honestly think ole scooby liked bernie too. so im shaving and bernie is barking up a storm at scooby, just around the corner. non stop, yap yap yap. i didnt pay much attention to the fact that the yapping had stopped as i was finishing up and washing off my face. "oh crap" as i dried off my face, i looked around the corner. there set scooby, with lil bernie dangling from his mouth. the funny part was that only bernies head was in scoobys mouth. completely. all i saw was the rest of bernie struggling to get free. i laughed so hard as tears ran down my face. it was that funny looking. i pulled bernie from scoobs mouth,head completely wet with slobber. bernie had learned real quick to keep his distance from ole "big dog". scooby died only a month later. god bless him, i still miss him so much. a part of me died the day scooby passed away. but it was then that i honestly come to reason that these animals,as well as all animals, are gods pets. he just lends them to us for a very short time, then he sends for them. so people say "oh you own a beagle". i say no, but i do have one as a roommate though. it sets them back, but they wouldnt understand if i explained it anyways.