Who is Better?

As most of you know, my good buddy Chadwick got really sick and I was afraid we were about to lose him. But as you can see from these pictures, he is much better. All of his hair has grown back and he's put some weight back on, plus a few extra pounds! Big as his, he still keeps trying to curl up in my little bed. He doesn't really fit and he's kind of stretching it out, but you know what? I don't care. I'm giver. It's just who I am.

Vacation - A Hounddog Perspective

So Mom truly needed a vacation. She knew it, we knew it, heck everybody knew it. But since Chadwick has been so sick, she’s been afraid to leave him. After all he’s been through she didn’t want to put him in a kennel. Now there’s been no such concern expressed for me! But I won’t rant about that now. I’ll get back to my story. After much hemming and hawing and some online research mom decided to take both us hounds with her on a road trip! Yes a road trip. Apparently she found this great place that is pet friendly, it has swimming pools, a spa and even has “heavenly pet beds.” Ahh this place sounds wonderful. I’m already imagining the wind in my face, my ears flapping away on this magical road trip. I can see me making a grand entrance upon my arrival and all the attention and adoration I’ll receive before nodding off in my heavenly pet bed. When do we leave? When do we leave? I’m ready to go, go, go! Go Now!
Mom is packed, the car is loaded and I’m ready, but she tells me we have to wait. We’re not heading out until the morning. As y’all know, patience is not one of my virtues, so I have a restless night. At 5am, I’m like, “Mom, mom, get up. It’s time to go!” She disagrees, tells me to hush and goes back to sleep. Doesn’t she know how excited we are to get on the road?
Well my dreams of a magical road trip are quickly dashed! First, we don’t take the Jeep, my preferred mode of transportation for obvious reasons. How are my ears supposed to flap in the wind in a Prius? Second, she puts both us hounds in the back seat; despite the fact she knows I’m a front seat kind of hound! Third this road trip takes like 2 whole days! Well, according to Mom, it’s only 8 hours but it sure seems like we are in the care, like FOREVER! Plus Mom didn’t mention this wonderful pet friendly place was in Arizona where it’s over 100 degrees! Wow 100+ degrees is really, really hot!
After a couple of hours in the car, she finally pulls over so we cans stretch our little hound dog legs. We get out of the car and it’s so hot. We walk like three feet and old man Chadwick just stops and plants himself in the sand. His tail down, his tongue hanging out of his mouth, his breathing labored. He’s not handling the heat as well as me. That stubborn hound just doesn’t want to move, the wus! Don’t get me wrong, I’m hot too but I want to move and stretch out my legs. Finally after a what seems like forever, he gets up, we gulp down some water, take care of some business and then it’s time to get back in the car. What we aren’t there yet? How much longer? I mean I’m ready to jump into that “heavenly pet bed.”
Well I don’t want to drag this story out too much, but my room, along with my heavenly pet bed, is not ready upon my arrival! So we had to park the car, walk on scalding hot black top to get to the lobby. Of course I made my grand entrance and as expected caught the attention of everyone as I sauntered in, burnt paws and all. Yes, the people paid attention to Chadwick too, but I’m cuter.

Well we finally get to our room and what’s this? No bed? Where is that heavenly pet bed I was promised? And have been dreaming about forever? Where is my welcome packet? What’s up with this place?
Luckily Mom spoke on our behalf and about 30 minutes later the beds were delivered to our room. And yes, I have to admit it is quite heavenly. Now how do I convince Mom to take them home with us?

Won't you play with me?

I sit perched in my chair, looking out the window wondering why dear Chadwick won't you play with me anymore? You're my bud, my friend, my playmate. I need to let off some steam, burn off some energy and all you want to do is sleep. I mean, I know we are bassets and therefore somewhat lazy by nature, but dude you're taking it to a whole new level! Come on, eat, sleep and play that's what we hounds do. That's it! That's all! Three things, well maybe four, but I'm too much of a lady to mention the fourth in print. You take one of those away and what do we have left? Eat, sleep and you know what. So wake up dear Chaddy Paddy and catch me if you can!

Yes, it's really me

Sorry I've been gone so long. My mom's computer blew up and she took her own sweet time in getting another one. Doesn't she know a hounddogger can't go months without a computer?! I need to stay in touch with my peeps! I mean, what is this the stone age? On top of that, it's freezing in this house. The heat doesn't work, the tile floor is freezing and I can see my own breath in this ice box! Well enough of my late night rant, it's time for bed.

You call it 4th of July, I call it Night of Terror!

I know most of you hounddoggers out there are just like me, you hate the 4th of July. Sure it's great that for a lot folks it's a long weekend and who doesn't like extra time off from work? I mean don't get me wrong, I love having the extra time hanging out with the family. But... and you all know what is coming, the noise, the noise, the noise. It drives me crazy. Those darn firecrackers are scary! I hate them. It makes me just want to curl up in the corner and hide. Why do people feel the need to make such loud noises? Can't they just celebrate with a hip, hip, hooray or something? All that noise just isn't necessary! Hang tough my fellow hounddoggers! We'll get through this. Well I better go find a place to hide. I'll chat w/ y'all more tomorrow when I've recovered from this night of terror!

Frankenpup?!

So mom leaves the house early on Friday morning and she takes Chadwick with her. In the car. Not me, just Chadwick! I was like what's up with that?! Anyway, she comes back home, supposedly about an hour later, but I'm a hounddog what do I really no about time? Are you sensing my sarcasm here? We know, it's not just five minutes people! Anyway, I see her pull up from my usual perch in the window. I jump down to greet them at the door. But only Mom walks in, there's no Chadwick. Shocked that she left him the car, I run to the gate to remind her, hey you forgot something! She puts her purse on the table, but she doesn't go back out. What's wrong, her? How could she leave him in the car? Or did Chadwick somehow sneak past me? I search all over the house, all over the yard and am like, where is he? How could mom forget to bring him back with her? She finally asks me if I'm looking for Chadwick and I want to scream, YES! WHERE IS HE? So she knows he's not here. She proceeds to jibber jabber about him coming home later. Where did she take him, what's he doing? Is he getting to play with other dogs, without me? I don't know where he is or what he is doing, but I decide to show my displeasure at this most unfortunate turn of events by pouting. I put on my saddest Lucy Grace face and mope around the house the rest of the day. I want her to really know how sad I am. Late in the afternoon mom leaves me again! Why is she leaving me alone again? Has my sad, puppy face not meant anything to her today? Boy, she is heartless today! This time when she pulls up, I see her talking to the car after she gets out. What's up with that? Then ever so slowly, I see a paw coming out of the back door. Could it be my Chadwick is finally back home to play with me? Yes! Yes! Yes! It is he! Finally my buddy is back home. I run as fast as I can to the gate to greet him. But something is off. He seems odd. He's really out of it. He seems to know I'm there, but then maybe not. Suddenly, I notice this huge, and I mean, HUGE bald spot on his side and he's got this really long gash with thread in it. They're stitches, just like the ones mom had a while back. But these are way bigger and much longer. My poor Chadwick has gone and been turned into Frankenpup! What did they do to him? Mom, what were you thinking? Will my Chadwick ever be the same?

Prayers for Chadwick

Okay, y'all know I always complain about Sir Chadwick. I mean, we all have to admit, I'm the sweet and cute one. I have lots of energy and I love to play. Everyone loves me. He, on the other hand, can be a bit of a grump and doesn't always want to play when I want to. What's up with that? We're hound dogs, we should always want to play! But, at the end of the day, I have to admit he's a pretty cool hound. So anyway, he has this tumor that just won't go away. It's kind of gross, well really gross. Mom's taken him to the vet several times now and it's just not getting any better. So apparently, he has to have surgery to have it removed. So he's headed to the hospital, where they're going to "put him under", under what I don't know, but Mom seems a little scared about it. So I think it might be something not so good. So let's all say a little prayer for Chadwick. I need my playmate back home and soon. It's no fun to lay in Chadwick's bed if he's not around to try and kick me out! So Chadwick, I love you. I hope whatever they put you under is not too heavy and doesn't hurt too much. Just know, I'll be home waiting for you and ready to play. In the meantime, I'll be napping in your bed until you return.