So wrote C. L. Sulzberger in a book that might best be described as “autobiographical fiction,” How I Committed Suicide. Mostly the book is an exaltation of life with a beagle, and we recommend it to any beagle, hound, or dog lover out there.

Beagles have been referred to as “merry little hounds.” They're that and more. They're intelligent, stubborn, independent little guys who simply exude happiness. Their tails wag at two speeds, fast and faster, and the only time they don't wag is when the beagles are asleep, although sometimes beagles will even wag in their dreams. You can have a conversation with a beagle; when you look into his eyes, somebody looks back at you. And beagles are the most optimistic little creatures on earth.

Here are ours, Zoey and Phoebe. Casey died on October 25, 2003, after a brief illness, and was followed three years later, on November 14, 2006, by his daughter Meg. Zoey and Phoebe were adopted through an Internet mailing list for beagles (and their people) that does beagle rescue on the side.

Picture our girls romping, wrestling, cavorting, wagging...enjoying life. You can't be sad around a beagle.

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Infant Meg—her eyes had just opened:

More Meg baby pictures:

Meg all grown up (but still cute), and she adored her Daddy:

Winsome little Meg at 9½:

Meg at 11:

Meg at 13:

Meggie died of kidney failure in the early morning hours of November 14, 2006. She died peacefully in her sleep under the care of the marvelous Dr. Chuck Galvin. She was nearly 16. We will love her and miss her forever, and we told her that when we kissed her goodbye.

Casey as a pup doing his plant imitation:

And here’s grown-up Casey:

Casey at 10 was still handsome after all those years:

Casey at 12½:

Dick and Casey:

Casey the patriarch at 14:

Again Casey:

Casey died peacefully on October 25, 2003, just a few weeks before his 16th birthday. We will love him always.

This is the last picture of him, taken by our friend Wayne Fiori about two months before Casey died.

Baby Zoey, adopted on April 4, 1998, at four months:

You can read more about Zozo's adoption on her own page.

Zoey with Casey:

Zoey with (new) Jenny:

Zoey, up close and personal:

Phoebe, our newest adoptee:

Phoebe's story is on the Web.

Phoebe’s cute little self (dig that ticking!):

Phoebe one more time:

The three little pigs, May 2000:

From the top, Meg, Phoebe, and Zoey, all tuckered out from making the bed to their satisfaction.

Jenny, our old beagle, whom we lost in May 1995:

Our first Jenny, Rancho Glen's Geneva:

Her father was Ch. The Whim's Rule the Roost, owned by Judy Musladin.

Michael, our very first beagle, who taught us that we're beagle people:

Photography by Mimi Kahn and Dick Goodman.

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And, finally, a story that came via an Internet beagles mailing list not long ago—

Humility

The Gates of Heaven were guarded by St. Peter. Four canine friends approached and stood waiting for permission to enter. They were asked for an account of themselves.

The poodle was first and, leaping forward proudly, he said, "I am the showman, winning many prizes for my beauty. See how fine I am? There was none better than I in my prime. I was my master's pride and joy." He demonstrated his fine show stance.

Next, the Labrador, black and glossy: "I am the Field Champion, keen for the gun, never missing a bird. I worked hard for my master."

Then the German Shepherd, keen and alert. "I guarded my masters, keeping them safe. No strange foot trod the paths without my permission. They feared not with me around."

"And you sir," said St Peter, "come forward to me. What of you?" The dog replied, "I am a Beagle—maybe not so good, I confess. I pursued the cat, fell to temptation, and stole food. I forgot to return to my masters' call, leaving them to worry, then showed my disapproval at being left alone by chewing their shoes. Oh, and there was also my bad habit of barking at the garbage collectors...."

"But what did you give them?" asked St. Peter.

"What did I give them? I gave them light in their eyes and laughter in their voices."

St. Peter opened the gates and waved the Beagle through.

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Infant Meg—her eyes had just opened:

More Meg baby pictures:

Meg all grown up (but still cute), and she adored her Daddy:

Winsome little Meg at 9½:

Meg at 11:

Meg at 13:

Casey as a pup doing his plant imitation:

And here’s grown-up Casey:

Casey at 10 was still handsome after all those years:

Casey at 12½:

Dick and Casey:

Casey the patriarch at 14:

Again Casey:

Baby Zoey, adopted on April 4, 1998, at four months:

Zoey with Casey:

Zoey with (new) Jenny:

Zoey, up close and personal:

Phoebe, our newest adoptee:

Phoebe’s cute little self (dig that ticking!):

Phoebe one more time:

The three little pigs, May 2000:

Jenny, our old beagle, whom we lost in May 1995:

Our first Jenny, Rancho Glen's Geneva:

Michael, our very first beagle, who taught us that we're beagle people:

Meg Beagle
is now the star of

T-Shirts
Sweatshirts
Mugs
Mousepads
Tile-Topped Boxes
Tote Bags
Notecards
& more!

Visit Meg Beagle’s
SuperStore!

And, finally, a story that came via an Internet beagles mailing list not long ago—

Humility

Our Other Dog Pages

All Dogs Are Good Dogs

Announcing (New) Jenny!

Introducing Zoey

My Autobidography

Phoebe, Come Home

Meg Gets a Hamburger Cushion!

Beagle Mania!!!

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Infant Meg—her eyes had just opened:

More Meg baby pictures:

Meg all grown up (but still cute), and she adored her Daddy:

Winsome little Meg at 9½:

Meg at 11:

Meg at 13:

Casey as a pup doing his plant imitation:

And here’s grown-up Casey:

Casey at 10 was still handsome after all those years:

Casey at 12½:

Dick and Casey:

Casey the patriarch at 14:

Again Casey:

Baby Zoey, adopted on April 4, 1998, at four months:

Zoey with Casey:

Zoey with (new) Jenny:

Zoey, up close and personal:

Phoebe, our newest adoptee:

Phoebe’s cute little self (dig that ticking!):

Phoebe one more time:

The three little pigs, May 2000:

Jenny, our old beagle, whom we lost in May 1995:

Our first Jenny, Rancho Glen's Geneva:

Michael, our very first beagle, who taught us that we're beagle people:

Meg Beagleis now the star of

T-ShirtsSweatshirtsMugsMousepadsTile-Topped BoxesTote BagsNotecards& more!

And, finally, a story that came via an Internet beagles mailing list not long ago—

Humility

Our Other Dog Pages

Other Beagle Sites

Meg Beagle
is now the star of

T-Shirts
Sweatshirts
Mugs
Mousepads
Tile-Topped Boxes
Tote Bags
Notecards
& more!