Let‘s hear your clever basset stories! Here is my most recent one: This morning, I heard an odd scraping noise coming from the kitchen. I went to investigate and discovered my boy had pushed a chair across the kitchen to the counter where I had butter sitting out to soften. If I’d been 30 seconds slower he’d have succeeded. I swear when it comes to getting food he is a genius! Photo is from when I was making bread. He’s always under foot so inevitable ends up covered in flour. 🤣
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I want him - warts and all!! He's just my sort.
I had one who, having left a pork tenderloin out to thaw. at that back of the counter and our of reach, I thought, - not. I was upstairs and happened to glance out of the window to see him up the garden with something blue in his mouth. I rapidly realised it was the tray said pork was in, wrapped up. By the time I got down and up the garden, said pork had all gone. And it was pretty much still frozen. Fearing Bloat, I kept a good eye on him for the rest of the day (no more food for him that day and a switch of plans for our meal too

) he survived, but clearly had a sore tummy. Too bad! That boy not only had a long back, but a long neck too, so getting to the back of the counter was not a problem for him. He was my only bicolour and really quite different from the rest. He was the one who, on moving to a new place, would seek and find the weak spot in the fencing and go through. Instead of taking off however, he'd sit and wait for me to notice he'd gone and his expression said it all "if you think you have me contained, think again".
ps That hungry Basset raiding the fridge - worries me. Was there somebody there to film what was going on of had a camera been set up and left running? Did the Basset survive?