My Grandmother recently lost her 10 year old beagle. His name was Trouble. Seriously, Trouble because there was no trouble he couldn't find to get into. He will always hold a special place in my heart. My grandad brought him home as a pup just before his last bout with lymphoma. He kept beagles for years and I think just needed a dog around at the end. Trouble was an escape artist extrodinare. There was no pen, even a coverd one, that he wouldn't find a way out of in a thunderstorm. We loved that dog, and it ws really tough on grandma when we lost him to heart falure. It was like losing the last peice of grandpa we had left.