The other day, I was meeting Linea at the ice rink with two dogs who were hopefully on their way to new homes. I'm standing there with the world's cutest beagle, Hanna, who surely was adopted by now, waiting for Linea to arrive when I see this guy and this woman sitting on the stoop outside the rink. I explain that I do rescue and that the dog was getting a ride. The guy feels the need to say "beagles were bred for hunting you know" then proceeds to tell me about their noses (which work like a million times better than yours and mine combined) then about their ears, which like basset hound ears (but smaller) were designed to lift a scent from the ground to their noses. Finally I turn to him and say yes, I know this. Remember, I do rescue?

It's sort of like telling someone laden with hockey gear that you need skates to play. Well, maybe something a little more obscure like that your shin guards go on before the hockey socks, but still.