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My last basset, Alice (gone 23 years now, still negotiating with my shar-pei loving wife over having one now) was the epitome of bassetness. In our family room when I was growing up we had a matching love seat and rocker (ugly naugahyde, this was the '70s). Alice enjoyed sleeping on the love seat and taking up the whole thing. One of my sister's cats one day hopped up on the love seat and snuggled up next to her. Not wanting to be crowded, but also not wanting to risk a confrontation with him, Alice opted to move to the rocker--but she tried to do it by climbing directly from the love seat to the rocker without getting on the floor first. She got her front paws on the arm of the rocker and her back feet on the arm of the love seat, and, thanks to the linoleum floor, both chairs began sliding apart. I remember the look she gave me just before pancaking onto the floor--it was the same look Wile E. Coyote gets when he's standing in mid-air about to fall off of a cliff!

Then there was Herbie, my first basset, who once adopted a stray kitten and let it sleep in his dog house...a dog who would beg for our peanut butter sandwiches, and then bury them in the flowerbed--he never buried bones, just sandwiches.

I've managed to convince two of my five children that a basset is the dog they want. Making progress!

Bryan

http://www.bryanwfields.com

[ January 27, 2006, 10:42 AM: Message edited by: Bryan W. fields ]

 

[tinaherb]

Way to go, Bryan !!

Keep it up and you`ll get the rest of them to come around!!

 

[Miss Emmas Daddy]

Just bring it home. No one can say no to a Basset anyway.

 

[Lisar4]

That's the truth! You can't resist that face at all!!

 

[Milly and Lily]

Have the other members of your family not seen a basset hound before, because who could resist those eyes!

 

[Anonymous]

My first basset was Bud and my folks got him when I was 7 yrs old.

One of the memories I have of him was when I came home from school one day. He was sleeping in the kitchen and I came in, petted him and said, "Hi Bud!" and he promptly looked up at me from a sound sleep and belched.

From that moment on, every day there after when I'd say hi to him when he was sleeping, he'd belch. Never did it with anyone else in the family.

To this day, my brother teases me about it; telling me that I bring out the best in everyone.

 

[Sandy and Bo]

enjoyed your story. I grew up with my first basset, Lady Brutus. She was the coolest basset ever. That was back when everyone let their dogs run free...who knew?? Every one in town knew her, and she even had a little 'route' she took each day, and people would feed her. I still miss her, 40 some years later.

Sandy

 

[Gus's Mom]

Life is too short, Bryan. I agree with Miss Emmas Daddy, just bring the dog home. Neither of you will be in the dog house for long!