They are back again today.   Looks like another day home with Mom!  I'm sure feeling like one lucky puppy. 

Woo hoo!   More construction today.   Mommy has to stay home with us again.   All day long!!!!

Mommy is sick!   Yeah! Woo, hoo!

 I love it when mom is sick.  She has been home with us all day for two whole days in a row. Now if I can just think of a way to make sure she stays sick.   Now don't get me wrong, I'm not an evil hound and I don't want her to be really, really sick.   I just want her to be sick enough to need lots and lots of rest, snuggled up right next to me!

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.