Pay attention Human

Whenever Butter thinks I might miss the Dinner Deadline, she gives me a little dinner show by lying on her back running with her legs in the air. One night I failed to notice the show that was offered in exchange for food. She improvised.

Every time I tried to put a hand full of stuffing back Butter would push her head into the hole to prevent me from doing so.

Dinner first Human! Stuffing later. Unless you're planning to serve a stuffed turkey...

Hounds. They rule this house with a wicked sense of humor.

The Tiniest Guard Dog

Our neighbour Cloë is but a couple of months old but managed to prevent a burglary a few weeks ago.

Cloë woke up and alerted her human when a stranger walked past their bedroom window. Bewildered by her barking and the panic alarm going off, the man jumped the fence into our yard where he was further accosted  by a hysterical Nougat. The rest of us were significantly slower in our response, but once we were awake and aware the panic alarm could hardly be heard above the baying and snarling of the four Bassets. They were quite prepared to have a go at the armed response too just to get a piece of the action. The would be thief was apprehended about an hour later while running down the street, a less than successful night for him.

Cloë is an infrequent visitor at our house and never stays longer than what it takes her to flatten the last of four Bassets. She's a handful. When she came over shortly after foiling the burglary, I overheard her telling Bofa her version of that night. Like all children, the story has become larger than life. But who's to say that it wasn't all true?

... and I said to my Human, DON'T look, I've got this!

I shouted to the crook HEY! Hands up!!

But he wasn't listening so I told him, I'm gonna rip your heart out through your throat man...

He got so scared he jumped the fence...

And then I left it cause I could hear the Nougat had him cornered. Hectic hey?

Way hectic man! I'm floored!

Photo Bomb! Butt...

Happy 4th birthday Nougat!

A girl named Charlie

We'll see you across the bridge one day Charlie. Save some rabbits for us if you will please?

Butter recounts the good old days

Hounded

Having four XXX long eared charges has its dangers. Habits rub off. Eventually you'll become hounded and not even know it. It is almost like being grounded - if you add a good dash of confusion and social awkwardness to it.

If you walk past a pet shop and see toys and want to burst into spontaneous barking: you're hounded.

If the food you add to the Basset breakfast and dinner looks better than your burnt boxed pizza: you're hounded.

If you cannot read your colleagues because they do not lift their eyebrows in a quizzical fashion or cock their heads when you ask nicely: you're hounded. 

If, in spite of the rules and agreements, you visit and wake up in a bed that is not your own and the first thing you see is Basset butt: you're hounded.

If you walk in your own house and lift your feet up high with each step even when there are no bodies to step over: you're hounded.

If you have a bad dream and wake up facing several pairs of nostrils and raised eyebrows: you're hounded.

If you oversleep and are woken up by a fat wet nose because you might miss breakfast: you're hounded.

If a Basset whines and annoys you and you whine back in frustration: you get it. You're hounded.

If Nougat says she just saw Janis Joplin drive past in a multi colored Porsche with Elvis in the passenger seat and you go 'Whuff?': you're hounded.
If Horton insists that there was a Blue Hound Dog on the back seat and you know that the 1965 Porsche 356-C Cabriolet did not have a back seat: then, human, dog days are upon you.