
One of my childhood dogs was a beagle. He was a beautie, fabulous temprement, loved everyone.
The downside was yes when let of lead, he ran and ran and ran. I remember scouring the streets and puting up posters on more than one occasion. He always came home though, alone used to just trot up as though he'd never been anywhere. I remember my mum once bringing him to school during playtime. Cause I was so distraught at him going missing.
The other downside was he used to hate being left alone at all. And was very destructive anything and everything he could sink his teeth into he would.
I do remember him though with great fondness. Possibly one of the nicest dogs. I have ever had. Would love to sumday have one again. But do firmly believe they have to be in the right homes