When I was twelve, I had just gotten back from staying with some family in Michigan for a month. My grandfather who passed in October of 2016, brought home the last of a litter of puppies, and told us we would be giving this little guy a new home. Of course, beagles being hunting dogs, I said, "Let's name him Hunter!". He may be gone, but I've always felt Hunter is a reflection of his first master, my grandfather. Some people swear that dogs take on the personalities of those who they love the most, and I tend to agree.