[three_fourth]I grew up with dogs. Big dogs. But the one year, my sister had the chance to pick out the next family dog and she chose Peaches. A runty, stubborn, turd of a beagle mix. That ol' dog lived about 14 years. Despite being hit by a car. Twice. Attacked by a bear. Twice. Consuming an entire chicken carcass, stuck in illegal hunting traps, sprayed by every skunk in the area, stuck under the porch, and knocked up by a very large collie (let's just say it didn't work out. Little beagles aren't meant to carry collie pups). Yet that dog lived for FOURTEEN YEARS. And lived every day to eat. And was thusly the fattest little beagle dog ever. My grandfather nicknamed her "The Square Dog." While she passed away ages ago, thoughts of her randomly haunted my mind today. Peaches, oh Peaches. You were a good dog, my dear.[/three_fourth].