I've recently added the Basset Hound Network - which consists of nothing but photos sent in by doting owners around the world - to my twitter feeds, thus guaranteeing that I'll be flooded with endorphins several times a day. Our family had a basset for fifteen years, and I still miss Gorgeous Gussie Varon Vandal every single day. I'll start with other people's hounds:
And if you're not already cuted-out, here's the great original - Gorgeous Gussie herself:
I remember Gussie very well, lolloping past the Hand in Hand. Her occasional bursts of activity on those stumpy legs were most entertaining. Nonetheless, she had great hauteur.
ReplyDeleteGussie developed the ability to look at you like a headmistress who feels you've let your family, youself, and the school down.
DeleteDogs are truly man's best friend-steadfast and loyal.Yes Riley once Basset Hounds get the scent of something that requires immediate investigation its not easy to stop them.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, southern man - on our first outing with her to Richmond Park she got on something's trail, disappeared into the long grass (well, not that long - but it didn't need to be) and four of us ended up looking for her everwhere for 90 minutes, only to discover that she'd successfully sniffed her way back to the car, probably about five minutes after going missing. The problem with her olfactory powers became evident when we moved near Hyde Park, where the grass was so full of various pongs, she'd happily stand sniffing one blade for ten minutes while whoever was taking her for a walk bellowed at her to get a move on. Of course, she never paid any attention whatsoever, evidently assuming that we were shouting for somebody else's dog to follow us.
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