Willy stared out through the criss-cross wires of his cage.
And three, as he listened to the rows of dogs barking and howling, he wasn\'t going alone..
Two, there was no way he was staying in this barbed wire apartment.
One, being born a spunky Beagle wasn\'t always cookies and naps.
He had figured out a few things.
Willy stared out through the criss-cross wires of his cage