My Name Is Lucy Grace

Hi! I’m Lucy Grace and I’ve decided to take over the hounddogger blog. I mean it’s not like Sir Chadwick is really doing any postings anyway. Plus he’s a bit of a grump. I mean Princess Abby, was a smart hound and she wanted to impart her hound wisdom on to the rest of the world. All Chadwick really did was complain anyway. So, in order to stay true to Miss Abby’s vision, I’m taking over.

So let me tell you a little about myself. I’m one cute hound. I’m petite, funny and I’ve got style. I’ve got little freckles on my snout and am rather funny if I do say so myself. One of my favorite things to do is to toy with Sir Chadwick. I have so much fun annoying him all day. But I do love him. He’s kind of charming in his own way.

So I’ll post some more pics of myself soon and then I’ll get this blog back up and running. I know there are lots of hounds out there that need my (and Miss Abby’s) help.

So Dear Abby, don’t fear. Your blog is in good hands.

I look forward to hearing from you all!

You Call This a Christmas Present?!

So here I've been lounging around between my two beds in the living room and my two beds in the bedroom, just loving life. Now don't get me wrong, I loved the Princess and I miss hear dearly, but I've really enjoyed being the only dog in the household. I truly am the king of this castle!

I was really looking forward to Christmas. With only one dog in the house, imagine the presents Santa would bring me and they'd all be mine, all mine. I wouldn't have to share them with anyone.

So imagine my surprise when in walks mom with this thing, this highly energetic hound thing on Christmas Eve! I mean that was certainly not on my list to Santa! After months of peace and quiet I was really starting to enjoy the solitude. But I guess those days are over. We now have this thing called Lucy Grace living with us. Now y'all know I'm blind so I can't really tell you what she looks like, but from all the ooohhhhs and aaahhhs I hear from the visitors, I'm assuming she's kind of cute. The one thing I do know is she is energetic. I mean this thing runs around the house like a mad dog! She's just crazy. She won't give me any peace. She wants to play all the time. She doesn't like to take naps and lounge around all afternoon. She wants to run, jump and chase me around. I've never heard a hound dog move so fast. She can even jump on mom's bed all by herself. I hear people calling her a basset hound, but she's not like any other basset I've been around. I hear mom joking that she thinks she might be part jack rabbit and I have to agree. I think mom's on to something here.

So my days of peace and quiet are gone. I'm back to having to share my beds, my treats and my food with some other beast. Where did I go wrong?

But I have to admit, sometimes it's nice to have her around when mom's gone for long periods of time. I figure she's still young and trainable. I'll just have to teach her all my hound dog tricks, pass along some of Abby's hound dog wisdom and in a few months, she'll be taking my lead and following my rules!

Yours Truly,
Sir Chadwick

What’s up with the bath?

Are you one of those crazy hounds that actually likes bathes? I just don’t get it. I mean I love the brushing after, but the bathe itself, no it’s not for me. The water’s always too cold or too hot, the soap always smells girlie. Does mom really think I want to smell like lavender moonlit nights or cherry blossoms? How about something a little studlier, like Bacon or Brawny Musk? Plus I’ve got a lot of hair so it takes me a really, long time; I mean really long time, to dry. And of course, there’s a “no wet dogs on the couch” rule. There’s also a “no wet dogs in the bed,” even my own bed! There’s a “no wet dogs on the hardwood floors rule!” Where’s a hounddogger supposed to sleep? I don’t know about you but baths make me tired. Where am I supposed to nap after my bath? Am I really expected to rest on the cold tile floor? That’s just barbaric I tell you.

Maybe we’ll have to start calling these Sir Chadwick’s rants!

She’s Baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaack!

OMG, today’s the day. Today’s the day she’s coming to get me. She’s going to be taking me back home! My tail just won’t stop wagging!

Okay she’s coming back today. I’m so excited. I can’t wait to get back to MY house and sleep in MY bed and eat MY food. They actually gave me a shot while I was here! Now that was not on the agenda. It’s bad enough being away from home, without having to get stuck in the butt with a needle!

But she’s back today and I can’t wait to see her. I know I was going to try the pout and mope method, but I don’t know if I’ll be able to hide my excitement. I’m not sure my acting skills are as good as the Princess'. Plus that’s one of the differences between people and hounds. See we forgive and forget so easily. We don’t hold grudges. We say what’s on our mind, no holding back. So, I’ll bitch at her a little bit and then I’ll curl up next to her on the couch so she’ll know how much I missed her.

So my advice to all you hounds out there. Be true to yourself. Don’t play games. Just let your peeps know how much you love and appreciate them. Life’s just too short to not let each other know how we truly feel.

Live and Love
Sir Chadwick

Left Alone Again

Okay, I know all you hounds out there can relate to this. I’ve been left alone yet again. Well not literally alone, but left at the kennel. Does she really think she’s leaving me at a doggie spa? She has to know better. There’s no couch in this place, there’s no big queen size bed with soft down comforters and feather pillows for me to rest my head against. It’s nothing like being at home, never mind being spa-like!

I mean the folks here are nice enough and they take good care of me and there are lots of other hounds around to chat with. But it’s not the same as being at my house where I rule the roost! At home I get served breakfast when I want it, not on some schedule. Plus there are a few hounds here that that just won’t shut up. You all know what I’m talking about don’t you? Those hounds that just chabber on for hours on end about anything and everything. Don’t they know some of us hounds need our rest? Mom always wonders why I sleep for 2 or 3 days when I come back from the kennel. It’s because I don’t get to sleep through the night, nor through the day for that matter! I tell you what, I think I’m actually going to have to take Princess Abby’s advice and try the pout and mope method when mom gets back. I have never felt like I needed to pull this trick out because the Princess had it down so well. I just reaped the benefits of her great acting skills. But I’ll have to try it myself this time.

I’ll let y’all know how it goes. In the meantime if you have some suggestions for me on how I can really play this out, send them along. Maybe something you’ve tried before that worked really well. I have a couple days to plot this out so the more ammunition the better.

I look forward to hearing from you!

And how could I forget...

boober, puppers, jabber jaw, punkin, munchkin, snickerdoodle. Oh and my personal favorite for The Princess, barkosaurus! Now that was truly a fitting name for her. Well that and crankosauras.

But, come on, really, how am I supposed to respond to all these names? I can't even remember what my real name is anymore. Breakfast? Bye-bye? Those are names I can respond to!

What's In a Name?

So what’s really in a name? What’s a name mean? What’s the point of having a one? How often are you called by your name?

When my mom adopted me, my name was Chad. I’d been Chad for 5 or 6 years. However, mom didn’t think Chad was a good name for a basset hound, so she added a wick on the end and decided to call me, Sir Chadwick. Now I must admit I prefer Sir Chadwick over Chad. Being the regal hound that I am, Sir Chadwick is much more befitting a name.

However, am I actually ever called Sir Chadwick? Not really. I mean on the rare occasion sure. Like when we're walking down the street or at the park and someone comes over, talks about how cute I am, asks if they can pet me and asks my name, my mom will respond this is Sir Chadwick. However, most of the time I’m called anything but my name. I’m often called, tater tot, little baked potato, muffin stuffin, kumquat and my least favorite Chaddy Paddy! Of course, Chaddy Paddy is the one used most often. I mean what kind manly hound walks around with a name like Chaddy Paddy? It’s totally embarrassing!

Princess Abby’s name was Abigail. However she was called Abby, the Princess, Princess Abby and my personal favorite, pig-pig. Now Princess Abby was most befitting for her. I mean truth be told, she was a little high maintenance.

Well, I’m signing off for now. It’s time for my evening nap.

Sincerely,

Sir Chadwick
a.k.a
Tater Tot, Little Baked Potato, Muffin Stuffin, Kumquat, Chaddy Paddy

But that’ll be Sir Chadwick to you!

Questions/comments on this posting, other random thoughts? Please email me at sirchadwick@hounddogger.com You can also use princessabby@hounddogger.com because I get those emails as well.