Basta de Beagles

I know, I know, you get it: I like beagles, I want to pet every one I see, and I audibly gasp if there's one within eyesight. Enough is enough.

But humor me for just a moment and listen to this little selection from a book I'm reading for class:

"The male pup, however, had settled in self-assuredly, and won me over by being the only dog I have ever known who knows how to hug. He thrusts the top of his head against my neck under my chin and presses hard against me. I do not know whether other beagles do this, but Andy has done it all his life. [...] He likes being called Andy Beagle. He wags his tails when I say to him 'Andy Beagle, Andy Beagle, Andy Beagle is his name and he's a good dog.'"--Sue Hubbell, A Country Year.

A hugging beagle? Be still my heart.