after we see the mysterious stick constructions we hear an aroooo, arooo-oo, and see the beagle flopping down the street, and it seems a greeting from the patch of green, though maybe a conflicted one, and the girl attached seems to hesitate our way, so i say, hey mister you wanna, say hello, or, and then i smile and she smiles thin and says he's gonna attack the dog and i say oh he's an attack dog? and she says well he's gonna jump at his throat, i can't make him stop, and i laugh softly and i feel bad cuz both she and the dog would like to socialize. and though beagle bark obomba was sweet, he was a house-bound demented lunatic hound and i remember our long suffering in commiseration from across the street. so long.