Q As tempted as I am to let my husband take his public flogging, I would like to put things in perspective about our beagle.

Mrs. Gospe

A Today we hear from the wife of Steve Gospe, the South Bay man who left his dog in their car for three hours on a cool morning while skiing. Concerned people called police to rescue the yapping dog. Steve labeled them "busybodies" and said his dog was not in danger. So Mrs. Gospe, defend your hubby.

Q We brought our beagle skiing with us because it was a mild day (not too cold or too hot), thinking it would be less boring for her than being left in the cabin. At least we could visit with her during lunch, give her a couple of treats and a short walk. Steve's big mistake was to open the car door, grab his laptop and go to the lodge to check e-mail first. The beagle was not happy to be ignored, and let the world know her displeasure.

Mrs. Gospe

A That she did.

Q Beagles can be pretty vocal and territorial, and our beagle is typical. She's pretty smart and usually does not bark. How do we know this? Steve set a camera up for live streaming so he can check on her when she is left home.

Unless she has an audience, which apparently she gathered pretty fast after he left. I've also seen her react to people getting too close to the car and invading her space. A 17-pound beagle left in an SUV with her pad, water and windows cracked open has way more room and comforts than in a kennel. I bet many of your vocal readers have boarded dogs at some time.

Mrs. Gospe

A Anything else?

Q I am increasingly happy to have retained my maiden name, for professional purposes.

Mrs. Gospe

A That I can understand.

Q My name is Sasha and I am a dog suffering from separation anxiety.

Sasha-the-Shepherd-Retriever-Mix

A This is a first. An email from a canine.

Q I am told that I am lucky. Some dogs with this disease tear up their humans' furniture if they are left home alone. I just bark incessantly and sometimes erratically at home or in the car.

A few days ago, I was outside a food market in my human's car with the windows down, doing my usual barking to show my stress at being left by my humans, not because of the heat in the car. My human master knew it was not too hot; he and I had just spent two hours in the car waiting for my human mistress at a doctor's office.

Before going to the market we stopped at a restaurant to eat. My master and mistress were able to eat outside on a patio, so I could join them. I'm glad. Sometimes my humans think they are a twosome but really we are a threesome. While I was barking outside the market, someone left a note on the car complaining about leaving me in a hot car and threatening the next time to call an animal control officer. I am glad this wasn't the next time. I can envision someone reaching in with a long pole to put a loop around my neck and then pulling me out (I'm a big dog), putting me into a cage on a truck. I'm not sure at my age I could survive that.

Didn't someone say do not judge a person or a dog without first walking a mile in their shoes or paws? Repent, Mr. Roadshow. My master says your opinion carries a lot of weight.

Sasha

A Repent, me? Naw.

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