Tuesday, October 26, 2010

A Demonstration of Adorableness

Now, I'm not saying that I am the most adorable Basset Hound in the world ...because I think it's quite obvious (ahem). I'm a modest Basset. Sometimes it's fun to mug for the camera though - the humans go mad for this kind of stuff.

Monday, October 25, 2010

Lake Basset

This is my paw print.

I made this paw print while running around at Little Dog Lake yesterday. Some might not believe it, but I am a lake dog. Inspired by my big sister Claire, I've become an expert swimmer and wet stick chaser. I don't particularly enjoy her shaking the water out of her fur all over me though.
My little brother, Clifford, is getting better at running around the beach. He's a little shy to get in the water, though it is getting cold now and he's just a little pup. We'll have to see what he does next summer.

Thursday, October 7, 2010


Me and my baby brother Clifford. We're the hounds of house.

When I had a licker problem...

Well, I have adorable little licker that makes slurpy noises when I kiss. 

Last January my poor little tongue was injured in a licking accident. Being born in August doesn't prepare you much for ice and snow, so it was important that I investigated all surfaces. My hound dog sniffer caught a whiff of barbecue on the door step leaving me no choice but to let my licker be the judge.

I was a tad astonished when my licker attached itself to the step!

A tug set it free, but left a little layer of frozen Gromit tongue behind. Mum cried, gave me the biggest bowl of water I had ever seen, and embarrassingly called the veterinarian office. I knew this wasn't necessary but Mums sometimes need reassurance, so whatever. The special Gromit hugs and attention for the rest of the day were not refused, and did help me heal. My adorable licker returned to sloppy kissing within hours, and has been active ever since.

Friday, October 1, 2010

Fred Basset Friday

This same thing might have happened to me once or twice.

My Big Sister

Gromit & Claire 2010

Gromit the Lobster Basset

Clifford and I are both ready for Halloween 2010. I am so excited about my costume! Even though Dad is somewhat opposed to the dressing of dogs, he was the one to originally spot the lobster costume. I think I make a fine lobster, and Clifford looks good as a hot dog....so good I could eat him up...or just lick him...MMMMMMMM. I think next year Clifford should consider being something I wouldn't want to eat (I just can't imagine what that would be..).

A Little Brother for Gromit

I've recently acquired a little brother. He's a hound dog of a different sort, claims to be a badger hunter, and has the same red fur as I do. Wherever he goes sausage jokes aren't far behind - I don't quite understand. 
He's cute, but so cute you almost can't trust him.
I've decided to keep a very close nose on him.

A Brief History of Me

I come from a place called Jackson, Wisconsin. My family searched all over Canada and the USA for me for months, so I've been told, and when Mum was sent these pictures of me and my litter-mates she claims it was love-at-first-sight. My litter nickname was "Eight-ball" because of the number eight shaped Blenheim spot on my cute round head.

Dad, Mum, and my human sister Hannah all piled in the car and drove eleven hours in cold December weather to get to me. Dad's back was out; that didn't stop him, but we are under strict order that Dad's chiropractor is not to know about this. They arrived in Jackson late on a Friday night and had to wait until morning to meet me.

I had no idea what was going in when Jackie let me out of the kennel that day. I was brought into the house by three strange people who couldn't keep their paws off me. Admittedly, I was (am) the most adorable Basset Hound in the history of Basset Hounds, so I didn't have to do much but just be floppy. Then, Jackie took me for a bath at the doggy spa and it was time for me to go off with my new family.
After visiting Mum's favourite Scrabble™ friend, and being adored some more it was time to call an end to a long day (I was just 15 weeks old!). Back at the hotel I was presented with baby blankets, a toy bunny, and a chewy teething bone. Hannah tried to make a special bed for me on the floor, but Mum couldn't resist me, so took me into bed with her and Dad - who was a little shocked when he rolled over and put his face in my fur.
I slept on Hannah's lap most of the eleven hour drive home to Canada. At the border I nearly caused a riot over my cuteness (that's always fun). We finally got home late Sunday night and immediately went to pick up my big sister Claire, the Golden Retriever. I had no idea then what best friends we would become.

In the news...

SYDNEY, AUSTRALIA - JUNE 05: 'Darwin' the Basset Hound sits with his owner at the 'Music for Dogs' concert for canines as part of the Vivid LIVE festival at the Sydney Opera House forecourt on June 5, 2010 in Sydney, Australia. The concert featured a 20-minute piece composed by festival co-curator Anderson for the hearing range of dogs with the bulk of the performance inaudible to humans.

From Animal Planet