I love hound dogs. Always had em my whole life. Beagles, a Bassett hound Daschunds and now my Weimaraner. I love their perpetually sad eyes that only their wagging tails betray. I love their ubiquitous nose to the ground snooping. I love their distinctive yelps and howls.
The most endearing quality of hounds though that always warms my soul is when they do that high pitched “Snoopy” whine as they yawn.
If they flush a quail, fetch a duck or track a deer , that’s just icing on the cake.