Now what would you do? Suppose you pick up the little guy and he is trembling from head to toe, but soon lays his head on your shoulder, lets out a sigh of relief, and stops shaking.
Fast forward about two hours and you realize that that you must have left that little basset angel back at the breeder and have accidentally brought home his evil, destructive twin. Not only does he poo all over your house, but he eats just about everything in sight! Just look at the guilt on this face- a picture is worth a thousand words.
After two weeks of puppy pandemonium, you pack up the little darling and head north to Michigan, to your father, the biggest dog lover and best dog trainer of them all. Did I mention he lives on 40 wooded acres (this is dog heaven, friends).
And now, Charley (a.k.a. Chuck, Charlie Brown) lives the high life. But you still consider him yours (your father, who wakes daily at 6:30 a.m. to walk the little (read 60 pound) darling would beg to disagree.)
Charley takes his daily walks here, in a private wooded paradise.
And in the winter, he enjoys a personal winter wonderland
And he eats his dinner off Williams-Sonoma Hand-crafted pottery (well not every night)
And he goes boating on Lake Michigan in the summertime. Now how many basset hounds can say that?
Just look at those gorgeous mahogany ears, blowing in the breeze!
He has developed a fine appreciation of coastal style-here he is scouting out beach-front condosDon’t worry-he still loves you. He appreciates his high-life very, very much.
Xoxox Love you Charley!!! (and you too, mom and dad!)