Ah, to hell with it. I'm going to thread jack and inject a little fun into this. Mods may delete if you like (well duh, right?).
So my father in law is rather ill, and a couple months ago we started taking care of his golden Luke. Probably a permanent situation...but that's O.T.
A tennis ball to Luke, being a golder retriever, is like crack. He has to have it. When he doesn't have it, he's looking for it.
Thank doG for the invention of the
Chuck-It.
Our beagle, OTOH, didn't really care much for tennis balls until Luke showed up. Now he can't get enough, and all he can do is run his little legs off and bark like a fool trying to get the ball

The whole thing reminds me of
Spike and Chester(fwiw, he rarely barks or bays otherwise)
Anyway, here's a taste of "the deal with beagles and goldens", recorded today up at our Maine camp while the wife and I were decompressing from recent events.
This was made for family, so it might understandably be a bit boring for the rest of you.