Bailey lived next door. We would hear her barking; she barked at deer, raccoons, squirrels and just about anything that moved. Including us as we walked by her driveway. If her bark changed in tone Far Guy and Chance would walk over to see what was up. She liked Chance and would visit him...then she got a collar that beeped and she would only come to visit when the battery wore out. She loved her people and they loved her. In the past few years she has been going downhill...she would never allow me to pet her until the last year or so...senility I guess.
This is Bailey and one of her people. Her youngest people are now 15 and 16. They were just little when Bailey was a puppy. ( A Beagle)
Bailey and Chance in 2009.
Perhaps she is running with Chance again. Bailey crossed over the Rainbow Bridge in her sleep one night last week. She had been barking less and less and then the barking stopped.
Far Side