THERE IS pride in ownership and the same applies to pets. The little beagle in my house must love the family he now owns. We've had the little beast about six months now and I have to admit, I like having him around. I didn't really want a dog, but after careful negotiations and serious discussion and being told by my wife and our son, Anthony, "We're getting a dog," I graciously agreed to their requests. My son's suggestion was to get a beagle. Why? I don't know. Everyday I try to understand my son's way of thinking and everyday I'm left wondering. After some searching, my wife found a beagle and a few weeks later took my mother to pick him up. Later that day, Anthony returned home, and we surprised him on the front porch with our furry new member of the family. He needed a name, and we decided on Barley. A few months before we had purchased "Marley and Me" on DVD. If you haven't seen it, it's a fun movie with a sad ending. It's based on a true story.