Rooooooooooooh! Roooooooooh!
(Beagle bark)
LOL! When I was 14, I had a major crush on the daughter of a Chief on the Navy base I lived on, and her name was Carmen. She was old enough (maybe 16) and hot enough where the sailors were eyeing her...but she was waaaay out of my league.
Her dad raised beagles, and somehow he had permission to keep all the beagles in the small chain-link fenced in area at the bottom of a water tower on the base.
I used to help Carmen feed the dogs, and I used a pole with a bucket full of prepared dog chow on each end held over my shoulders, with which I would slop the dogs.
This was the only way I could even exist in the same world as Carmen, so...for a guy with BCD (birth control device) glasses, that was it. Carry her dog chow.
Before those dogs could even see us, when were on the other side of a hill hundreds of yards away from us, I swear they must have been able to smell the food coming, because they would start beagle-howling, about 15-25 of them, with such a racket you could hear them all over the base!!!!
Hahahaha...doing that distinctive “Rooooooooooooh! Roooooooooh!”
Makes me smile and laugh just to think of it!