I’ve been following the saga of the severely injured Belle over at Willowtree . It takes me back to the late eighties when we went through a nearly identical scenario with our beloved dog FreeBea. You may have guessed by her name the price we paid for her. Nothing. She and her adorable litter mates were sired by a black lab of questionable origin that jumped the fence. Her mom was a registered German Wire-haired Pointer. FreeBea inherited the coarse hair, but none of the wiry curls from the show dog. Her coat was a combination of brown and black, with an undercoat of brown when you brushed the wrong direction. The following adjectives all applied to her disposition (and position) in our household: Happy, spirited, trustworthy, affectionate, and loved. She was smart about potty training and never soiled in the house. She always squatted in a specific corner of the yard allowing for easy pooper scooping and lawn maintenance. The same obedient nature did not appl