I never really considered myself a dog lady. I was a self-declared crazy cat lady. All of that changed when I met Hooligan. I’ll be honest, at first I thought he was incredibly obnoxious. His howl-y, raspy beagle bark, his personality, his several attempts and his one success to bite me. You can say I held a special place of distaste for him in my heart, but this didn’t last very long because I am a softy at my core. The man who surrendered Hooligan was in a pretty difficult situation. His mother had passed away and he was on disability, so he could not afford to keep Hooligan. Hooligan had gone missing for a few weeks and when he returned, he had a bad leg injury, he looked like he had been beat up and he was severely anemic. With some tender love and care, he returned to his Hooligan self. I started taking him for morning walks with the two lovely ladies, Barbara and Glenda. I hoped that it might help him release some of his energy because, boy, he has a lot of it. He loved ...