Last night during "girls night" my mother called me (in itself was odd, she never calls when America's Next Top Model is on). She told me that a friend of ours dog (a basset hound) had been hit by a car and died. This lady is an animal lover to the extreme. Everything is about those dogs. One of her dogs died last year and she wears the ashes in a locket around her neck. She let her dogs outside in the back yard and apparently Goob got out some how. They couldn't find him anywear and called animal control. Their response was "we're closed." They did end up calling her back to let her know that one of their officers had picked up a dead basset hound. They looked at his tags and it was a match. This particular basset hound is THE basset hound that got me hooked on bassets. It was because of this hound that I ended up with my 2. It was so sudden that Goob was taken from this earth, and though he wasn't mine...I feel just as sad. Here is a picture of my 2 and my friend's 2 dogs. If you go left to right we have : Gibbs and Lily (my 2) then Goob (poor boy) and Charles.