Oh my god I'm in love with Jupe. I don't have much experience with Beagles, but I have worked extensively with a Romanian rescue who's so easy to read even a toddler could perceive her guilt. She doesn't put kibble in my hand, but there's a little spot under the dining room table we like to call the 'i fucked up' spot and she will invariably be there.

Did you deal with the bra-debacle? I think you just have to wash them and put your hands up and say sorry. It was something you did without thinking about it. I'm sure the Urchling won't be cross with you. And if she is, offer to buy her a lock for her door to keep yourself and Jupe the Boobbeagle out.

What an awesome story and very well told. I love narrative stuff because I can never really write it. I'm all opinions and arguments and never stories. Keep up this sort of thing... and get Urchling on Medium as well! (Do not let her bully me) And also, please don't average one article every two years, you're far more talented than this output suggests. :o)