My Gypsy was the most stubborn Beagle in the world..

She had only one good quality-she was housebroken.

She yapped all hours of the night allowing no sleep for the household.

I miss her yapping though. It has been two years and four months

today since she died. And I really miss coming home and having her

jump on me and knocking books and groceries out of my hands.

My favorite story is when she came running into the living room and

knocked over my mom’s ashtray and started chewing and eating burnt matches.

Mom said “the darn fool is eating matches.”

Another fond memory is a dog show in which we entered her

{Fun one not serious} and she won best costume.

She had a yellow polka dotted bikini and sunglasses….she won first place.

She was my baby and I miss her,