Chester, my male beagle.

Chester is the best dog I could wish to have. He is incredibly intelligent, loyal, loving, devoted and all around wonderful. He's always there for me when I'm sick. He's amazingly clairvoyant.
  He is a hero, too.
  Let me tell you the story...
  One October night, a few years ago, Chester was off running in the bush across from our house.
  We used to feed the dogs at supper time back then, and he was late for supper, which was unusual. After 15 minutes of calling from the front door for him, my mom and I decided to go down the road and call for him there.
  We took a flashlight and walked down the dark, lonely road. The streetlights are few and far between in the country and our road is no exception.
  We called and called and we could hear his barks coming closer and closer.
  Suddenly, we heard his pawsteps coming towards up from up the road. We shone the flashlight to see him and there he was, tired looking, but wagging his tail. I gave him a rub and we turned to go home when we heard a "Baaaaa" from deep in the field.
  "What's that?" my mom asked.
  "That sounds like a sheep!" I replied.
  "The neighbours' have a sheep? Since when?!"
  Again a baaaaa came from the field, and I shook my head.
  "No, mom, that sounds like Emmet!"
  "EMMET?" said my mom. "How can that be?"
  "It sounds like him!"
  If you have ever met a shepherd, you will know that they must be able to recognize their sheep from the sound of their voices, the shape of their bodies in the field, the different aspects that makes them individuals. Because they are individuals. Each with their own unique qualities, and personality.
  Emmet, in particular, was a bottle feeder, so my sister and I who fed him as a baby, had more than enough time to get to know him.
  He baa-ed again, and I took the flashlight and went into the field to find him.
  He was lying down and would not get up, so I had to carry him (he was a young adult at the time, so he didnt weigh too much) back to the road.
  I could see with the flashlight that next to Emmet  was a Chester sized imprint in the grass.
  Chester had been leading Emmet home and keeping him safe. Otherwise, Emmet would have been attacked by coyotes.
  How DID Emmet get out there?
  Well, we had gone to the apple orchard earlier that day, and my dad had left him in the yard to eat the grass.
  While we were gone, people had came and left the gate open. When they left again, Emmet wandered out the gate, down the driveway and down the road.
Sienna, my female beagle.

Sienna is a chocolate beagle.
  She likes barking at John (the man I work for), going running with Chester, and jumping on my head while I sleep.
  She's a sweetheart. (:
  When she was a puppy, her eyes used to change colors. They went from blue, to green, to brown..
Snedi romping in the field
I will soon have some pictures of my "temporary"  dogs, too.
COMING SOON:
Sadie, Rosie, and Bitty/Hilary
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