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| Young Wicked circa 2000 |
Growing up I always wanted a dog that was my own. I begged and begged for a dog and when my dad got me one at 9 it promptly became my dad's dog lol. I loved her but still wanted a dog that was my own. My mom told me the summer before I started High School that I could have one if I saved up enough and found one I wanted. It was the first thing I ever had to save and work for months to get and he was completely worth it.
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| Wicked napping with Princess 2002 |
They say there are two kinds of beagles, the smart ones and the other ones and Wicked was definitely never accused of being smart. He's been dim and neurotic since day one not to mention allergic to everything under the sun. But he is also loyal and loves any person or animal he meets.
He wants to be everyone's friend. His best friends were our other dog Jip who couldn't stand him, my brother's dog Abby who tolerated him at best, and our cat Princess who was kind to him and everyone else. All have passed away. Wicked is the last of his group. Any person young or old he's kind to, even animals or people or strangers who aren't very nice to him he is always sweet to. Some dogs can be taught to dislike certain things or people but not him. One of his greatest personality strengths has always been that it seemed almost because he isn't the brightest crayon in the box that he is missing that ability to be mean or hateful to anyone.
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| Wicked 2010 |
He loves walks, treats, belly rubs, popcorn, scratching his ears, chewing on his paws, and of course barking/howling like hounds do. But he's always loved myself and my mother best of all. Even in the last
year when his hearing has left him whenever I would visit and sit on
the ground he would come get in my lap as soon as he saw me. Since I left for college and they moved to Arkansas he formed a special bond with my mother and has worshiped her ever since. He loves sleeping at the foot of the bed or under the bed. He loves all things dogs are supposed to love and a few odd unique ones to him and always has. He is the dog that marches to his own drum and doesn't care what anyone else thinks.
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| Wicked meeting Thomas |
Over the last couple years he has had some health problems. Bouts of losing or gaining weight and losing his hearing and sight but he always seems to be ever the warrior and come back with a burst of energy and life. I kept telling mom he wanted to meet Thomas :) On Monday we found out he has advanced lung cancer and tomorrow he will go to sleep for the last time. It has been a rough week and tomorrow will be such a hard day. Thank you to Wicked for being the most friendly, loyal, and cheerful dog. I am so grateful for the happy life you've led and the peaceful way it will end. We will always remember you lovingly.
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| April 20, 1999 - June 22, 2013 RIP |
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