I used to have a Bluetick Coonhound named Belle. She was given to me by a man whose job relocated him across the country and he couldn't take her. She was the sweetest dog, and was a very good guard dog. She kept strangers and critters away. It was the saddest day of my life when I had to make the decision to put her down after someone ran her over and didn't stop. She followed my sister's dog out into the street, which has a 60 MPH speed limit. He got out of harm's way, but my baby didn't. He had a habit of running into the street, while my baby didn't. I know she never would've gone out into the street if he hadn't. I hate my sister's dog, and the person who ran her over and continued as if nothing happened. I hate that I couldn't help my baby live. She was my first, and now my only, dog. I'll always
remember her howl. I won't have another dog since I couldn't keep Belle safe.