Yep, out with it. I adore that little beagle. I always wanted a beagle when I was younger so I could name him Snoopy. I envisioned us taking off in the Sopwith Camel to go save damsels in distress, I’d be able to hang out with Joe Cool at school and wouldn’t be teased, have dog biscuits put in my locker… Yeah. Snoopy would be the quintessential awesome friend.
Then, I grew up and realized that dogs can’t talk and while they may have imaginations, they are not nearly that self sufficient.
But I still like to think that Snoopy is real, somewhere, making some kid really happy.