His name was Chicken.
Yes, Chicken the Beagle. No, we didn’t name him.
We were first aware of Chicken on our drive home from Philly a few weeks ago.
“Doesn’t he remind you of Katie?” my phone dinged with a text and a picture of a dog. It’s from our daughter.
“He’s 7!” Another ding.
“I walked him - he’s so sweet!” Another ding.
Jim and I looked at each ot…