"Before I found Lord Byron, I had to look through a lot of other dogs. Selecting a companion for my work takes a special connection," Cressida said, smiling and then scratching behind the dog's ear. The dog leaned her head against Cressida's, accepting the attention and happily wagging her tail. Cressida wasn't sure about this one. She was a little older. Typically she would take in a puppy of some kind and raise it. Even as a puppy, Lord Byron had been an armful.
Micah mentioned beagles as Cressida stood and she let out a small laugh, "Me with a beagle? Maybe. I've had a hunting dog before and he was a handful but loyal." Her first familiar, Argos, had been a Cretan Hound, after all.
"Let's look and see what happens," she smiled at him. Micah had been a pillar of strength for her before, during, and even after Lord Byron's passing. She stole a kiss from him before adding, "I'm surprised they didn't look at selling them. Beagles sell for a good price. Well, with papers." Papers that identified them as beagles and pure bred.