tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-117205562012-02-02T17:57:29.181-05:00Welcome to a world ruled by 2 lovable and at times (sigh) exasperating basset hounds! There is never a day that goes by without an "educational" experience for all to, um, learn from. And if asked if given a second chance to decide whether or not to be owned by a basset hound the answer is simple: YES!sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.comBlogger981100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-52195782651832456372010-08-29T16:52:00.003-04:002010-08-29T16:57:22.782-04:00

You know, you have a basset in your home for 6 years and she is in the shadows of another basset who is (sadly) always in need of medical attention, so the other basset gets inadvertently pushed aside in a manner of speaking. And (most sadly) she is not completely noticed until the other older basset makes his journey to the bridge.Della-Ware Summer's End...aka Della, aka Bear, is the sweetest,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-73887865063079966662010-06-08T19:37:00.003-04:002010-06-08T19:44:38.034-04:00

Well, Oscar is here. He's now 15 weeks old and he's a MENACE...oh, and he's a kitten. He's adorable, should never have survived his "birth" (he was FOUND during a routine spaying--never was born naturally), and yet is more full of life than any other animal (or human) that I have ever encountered--GO OSCAR!Della is in love with him---which is good. She has finally started sleeping in Buford's

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-7214470366247180162010-04-13T10:44:00.002-04:002010-04-13T10:50:29.574-04:00

It's been an interesting transition to life without Buford--I miss him horribly, but I have to admit life has calmed down around here. Buford, may he rest in peace and run free from all pain, was a very needy hound. This was part personality and part medical. I fault him for nothing and if I had to do it again I wouldn't change a thing. However, changes have occurred:We all sleep through the

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-36487882249183820992010-01-25T16:52:00.006-05:002010-01-25T16:59:33.622-05:00

Della's play date yesterday was terrific. We spent it with 5 of Cindy Miller's Rapscallion Bassets: Booker (7), Bobbi (5), and the three of the 9-month old pups--George, Cara and Gemma. What a wonderful pack of bassets. Della romped, ran, chased, played, flirted, raced and rolled with all of them. She hasn't had playtime in ages and it was a wonderful thing to watch. They all got along so

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-68443603825518372802010-01-24T12:03:00.002-05:002010-01-24T12:04:49.466-05:00

In about an hour or so Della is going to have a play date with 5 other basset hounds! We're going to join Cynthia Miller and the Rapscallion Bassets for an afternoon of romping and hilarity. I'll post photos and video (if I can capture any--they're fast little buggers!) later tonight.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-43214223566722688342009-12-21T18:56:00.006-05:002009-12-21T20:01:03.378-05:00

It has taken me about 3 weeks to finally sit down and write an account of the final weeks leading up to that last car ride to the vet and a final farewell to my best friend, Buford. I can only hope and pray that those with more faith than I are correct--it is tough for me to completely believe--that we will one day be reunited at the Rainbow Bridge, Heaven or whatever may be next for all. He

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-53188915259990464352009-06-06T08:33:00.002-04:002009-06-06T08:43:05.836-04:00

I'm not sure what's going on to be honest....yesterday (Friday) I fed him breakfast at his usual 5:30 AM and then I just couldn't stay up so I went back to sleep. I woke up around 7:30 to find him sleeping soundly nearby but I then found 3 areas in the living room where he had apparently vomited (and then "cleaned up after himself). Somehow I slept through the how event but he seemed fine.He

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-6453618971998065962009-06-01T21:51:00.002-04:002009-06-01T22:01:36.676-04:00

Buford seems to be doing very well. The crying/moaning he was doing Saturday and Sunday have all but disappeared. He is walking well, even trying to trot a little which I work very hard to try and stop. Too much too soon and we'll be right back into surgery to fix whatever damage he's caused himself. His incision looks good. His appetite is terrific and his "business" is right on track. He

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-32056989661713863662009-05-29T17:43:00.000-04:002009-05-29T17:44:15.771-04:00

The surgeon called a little bit ago and said that Buford did very well. Fortunately I have nothing new to report since the last update as nothing additional was found/done to him. He is going to be monitored very closely through the entire night as they need to make sure he does not have an abdominal bleed. He's on morphine (I could use some) and if he's stable enough he will come home

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-24535692530859075562009-05-28T10:13:00.002-04:002009-05-28T10:30:25.808-04:00

Things are not getting better and we may be facing the last option in assisting my boy in having a sense of a normal life. Tomorrow morning I take my baby to the Veterinary Specialty Center in Delaware where he will undergo some pretty invasive surgery. They are going to tack his stomach down (gastropexy), do a surgical exploratory, do an endoscopy and scope his esophagus as well as taking

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-86577137851030606422009-05-17T11:55:00.004-04:002009-05-17T12:09:40.585-04:00

Buford has had a very good couple of days, almost a full week of "good." Eating well, everything moving through his system properly, etc. I cut out the Carafate after the 2 weeks as instructed he seems to be doing well.But just a little while ago he threw up for the first time in about 10 days. It was fortunately a pretty normal episode in that he got up off his chair, sat on the floor and

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-27349667310158838182009-05-04T06:28:00.003-04:002009-05-04T06:35:47.419-04:00

He had a GREAT night!! From 10 PM - 3 AM he slept like a log--I'm not even sure if he changed position. Granted he was exhausted but I think it was also because he had gotten some relief from his problems.This morning began at 5 AM because I need to leave for NYUCI w/mom by 8 AM. The schedule of digestive "assistants" that he is taking requires somethings to be taken 30 minutes before eating,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-75179318316570386462009-05-04T06:27:00.000-04:002009-05-04T06:28:03.607-04:00

I know---it's getting old, but this evening I took the advice of Mary Tipping and took Buford back to the emergency clinic because things were "just not right" and I was a wreck. I called first, explained the situation--filling with gas/air to the point of bloat each time he ate ANYTHING--and they said to immediately bring him back for re-evaluation. I'm thinking "running out of money but what

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-91181527128768668042009-05-04T06:13:00.002-04:002009-05-04T06:27:10.097-04:00

Saturday night's dinner turned bad. While eating dinner, and mean WHILE eating, he bloated right before my eyes. It was so bad that he stopped eating. I raced over, yanked the bowl away and realized that he was trying to burp but couldn't. So I started rubbing and lightly patting his sides (like you would a baby) to help him. At first nothing and he was SO bloated that he couldn't breathe

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-64265079862219407592009-05-02T12:52:00.003-04:002009-05-02T13:03:27.447-04:00

The boy is snoring peacefully and calmly in his favorite chair next to the fireplace in the family room---you know, the $800 Thomasville chair and ottoman I purchased for myself a year and a half ago and have NEVER sat in.DIAGNOSIS: moderate mitral and tricuspid valvular insufficiency. He is on 10 mgs of Enalapril to control his high blood pressure and ease the workload on his heart. This

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-36934139424672642782009-05-01T21:51:00.002-04:002009-05-01T22:12:24.343-04:00

He's been at the VSCD in Newport for 24 hours....and since that time has undergone an abdominal ultrasound, abdominal xrays, chest xrays, and tons of blood work.  All of that revealed that for a Cushing's dog, Buford is rock solid healthy.  But it also revealed an enlarged left ventricular chamber as well as a substantial heart murmur.This prompted me to agree (think more money now) to have him

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-68485901746558662592009-05-01T09:38:00.003-04:002009-05-01T09:49:03.324-04:00

The boy is currently at the Veterinary Specialty Center of Delaware in Newport, DE. Initial reason: uncontrollable coughing and gagging causing swallowing of air and bloat episodes. All of this was preceded the day before with a 7 hour vomiting/bloating/de-bloating night and a day spent at his regular vet on anti-vomit meds, fluids, etc. He came home from there and later that night it all

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-17562878013143543742008-12-14T10:26:00.002-05:002008-12-14T10:32:11.883-05:00

Buford was finally diagnosed with Cushings Disease. It has been a very long 2 years of varying symptoms and nothing definitive enough to say "yes, it's Cushings" until this month. You name the symptom/sign/condition and he has it!!He was started on Trilostane and he has his first ACTH test after starting the med tomorrow to check his cortisol level. He's doing very well on the drug! No side

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-77649717770763897752008-10-15T23:15:00.002-04:002008-10-15T23:22:57.212-04:00

Della here and I am just not a happy basset! There is this human man in the house--one I do NOT know! All he does it bang on things, use things that make so much noise I want to stuff my ear flaps inside my ear canals! Then he goes down the stairs, then up the stairs; down the stairs then up the stairs. Sometimes he brings things inside and sometimes he takes things out--where is he going

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-57693727366871817992008-07-24T21:08:00.003-04:002008-07-24T21:19:09.374-04:00

Quick updates: Buford and Della (ok, and Guinness too) are doing JUST FINE! No crazy medical reports to make, nor are there any crazy antics to report. All have been hiding inside the air conditioned house and away from the oppressive heat and humidity of Delaware. Smart "kids."I've had my hands full with other things...many of you from the Daily Drool know what's been going on, others...

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-58773471989767053542008-04-20T11:15:00.002-04:002008-04-20T11:25:57.120-04:00

Everything came back BENIGN!! Just a bunch of fatty tumors and nothing to worry about....well...Except that his alkaline phosphatase level is high so it is time to retest for Cushings Disease. Poog guy must feel like a pin cushion! But if we can finally figure out what is up with this one level that is out of whack perhaps we can get this boy COMPLETELY healthy!======Buford here........what

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-71975640236065376972008-03-24T19:05:00.003-04:002008-03-24T19:11:46.562-04:00

Oh my poor boy! Every year there seems to be another medical "procedure" or anomaly that hehas to endure and/or suffer. Now it's growths and their removal.He has a sebaceous cyst on his back that has doubled in size in the last month and change. Then there's this mass under his left front arm within the folds of his skin. And then there's this mass wihtin the skin of his belly just to the left

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-50558582780917062622008-01-05T18:59:00.000-05:002008-01-05T19:03:21.293-05:00

Yes, today is my birthday and I am 9. I only got lots of extra biscuits and not much else because my mom is afraid I'll get sick like I usually do when I have things I'm not supposed to have. I could have lived with this but then she had to find a stupid birthday hat, put it on my head and take pictures. It is so humiliating.....but I will make her pay when she least expects it!

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-6389418242918082842007-12-06T18:08:00.000-05:002007-12-06T18:25:51.322-05:00

I just can't get that Blood, Sweat and Tears tune out of my head. Tonight is Dixie's last night with me. She is returning with her "mom" to Florida tomorrow afternoon. And despite all efforts to avoid attachment, it will be very difficult to say goodbye to her tomorrow!She has been with us for a month. She has traumatized Guinness the cat on a daily basis; she has played with Della until

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-29835076191659001062007-10-10T12:11:00.000-04:002007-10-10T12:16:49.407-04:00

Her name is Dixie. She is 18-months old. She is currently a "boarder" in our home until her "parents" get settled in their own place and out of THEIR parent's house. (Hope that made sense!)She is a handful, but actually is also a VERY good dog--and smart! She has only had one "accident" in the house since her arrival. And it was my fault--I wasn't paying attention to her when she was pacing

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-61635181117584022412007-07-05T20:42:00.000-04:002007-07-05T20:46:42.324-04:00

Buford seems to be out of the proverbial woods--he's gained some weight, hasn't had diarrhea in over 3 months and has slowed WAY down on all his water consumption.Della is simply a tank and is doing great--my little 3 year old!!...ok, so Buford made me pay for my "sins" when I had him stay at the "puppy hotel" for 9 days. He came home with double conjunctivitis, had a quick spurt of "tummy

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-91365725792090911932007-04-21T21:39:00.000-04:002007-04-21T21:46:12.939-04:00

Della: "We waddled! We waddled!"Buford: "No, I was dragged down part of a road I didn't know, and then made to go up on this wooden walkway, and then some stranger carried me part of the way back to the car."Mom: "Well, we TRIED to do the Tri-State Basset Hound Boardwaddle today, but Buford just doesn't have the stamina for it. He's probably still very weak from the winter--I know he suffered a

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-53278298880139710452007-04-11T09:03:00.000-04:002007-04-11T09:09:39.254-04:00

Strange men are tearing out my carpeting mom!!! STOP THEM THIS INSTANT! I worked so HARD to get the carpet to smell just like me--it took 200 nickzillion years!!!--Buford (I am formulating my plan for paybacks!)

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-76997684864610530472007-04-09T12:59:00.000-04:002007-04-09T13:01:45.319-04:00

MOM!!! MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! There is some strange man in the family room banging and banging and banging! He tore up part of the carpet (MY CARPET!) and he's putting down a floor on top of the floor!!! MAKE HIM STOP!!!!MOM?!?!? CAN'T YOU HEAR ME?!?! MOM?!?!--signed, your very distraught older hound, Buford

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-62752183793012022782007-04-08T21:23:00.000-04:002007-04-08T21:26:23.123-04:00

Now mom is moving the furniture OUT of the room!!!!! She said something about tomorrow being a "rough day" and that we wouldn't be happy. What did she mean by "new floor???"Please help us! We're being mentally and emotionally abused by all the changes!Buford (I want things back the way they were)Della (I am scared and will stay under the kitchen table forever now)Guinness (whatever--I'll find

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-63127754218172474502007-04-06T10:54:00.000-04:002007-04-06T10:58:26.177-04:00

I am NOT happy! Mom is still painting and the furniture is all in the wrong place. And to top it off, this strange man dropped off boxes of stuff (mom calls it "flooring"--- but we have a FLOOR already. I don't understand!!!) that is in the middle of the room so that I can't take a nap in my sun spot today!!!I am NOT happy! So I decided to teach mom a lesson: I pooped in the living room!!!-

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-49712896934580553792007-04-01T15:36:00.000-04:002007-04-01T15:45:15.708-04:00

Hello World, Buford here.I want to thank everyone for all their "drool" and well wishes these last few months. I'm doing mucho better and even gained some weight! Mom said that I'm starting to look like a "basset hound" again---I don't understand though, as I AM a basset hound so when did I stop looking like one?Anyway, I have a MAJOR complaint! Mom moved all the furniture around in the family

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-62587279841675699502007-03-18T21:06:00.000-04:002007-03-18T21:08:40.912-04:00

I wish the lighting was better, but you'll get the idea....

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-31211437234836187812007-03-12T10:27:00.000-04:002007-03-12T10:29:48.038-04:00

Breakfast @ 6:30 AM (thank you Daylight Savings Time!)---picture the following:2 bassets and 1 cat all fed;Cat sitting on counter beginning vomit noises;Bassets come running into kitchen for "special treat;"Cat pukes over counter top..........right onto Della's head.Nice, real nice.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-33774928292473385072007-02-28T06:22:00.000-05:002007-02-28T06:36:06.340-05:00

It is anything BUT bs, but I just couldn't resist.The boy's latest round of tests, one specifically for Cushings, came back barely as a borderline case. The suppression test was done and while the numbers were a little higher than wanted, raising a slight eyebrow from my vet, his body did indeed do what it was supposed to do in reaction to the cortisol. We decided not to treat for Cushings but

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1172198580540798012007-02-22T21:38:00.000-05:002007-02-22T21:43:00.540-05:00

Ok, here it is in short:Still sick. Diarrhea not clearing up as quickly as we hoped--but my understanding is that it is a minimum of a 6 week process and we're just finishing week 3.Urine is still very dilute. New urine test done for Cushings--revealed that he MAY have the disease but more test need to be done to confirm it as well as what type of Cushings it is.So....Tomorrow (Friday) he goes

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1170522320584168062007-02-03T12:03:00.000-05:002007-02-03T12:05:20.596-05:00

Buford_at_rest Originally uploaded by hsarver. Yesterday we went and had an ultrasound done. The poor boy! First he is thinking all morning that he is a "bad boy" because he is being denied food and water. He couldn't get close enough to me--not in the car nor in the waiting room of the emergency clinic.But first, the good news: no intestial or abdominal abnormalities were found!!!So

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1170430302945527472007-02-02T10:31:00.000-05:002007-02-02T10:31:42.946-05:00

Ok, here we go:Ultra sound---- 1 PM Todayno food or water since 8 PM last nightGo ahead, re-read those last two sentences....does anyone have any idea the true meaning of the phrase "a living hell?" Come on over right now to my house and see it LIVE! Buford is miserable and making sure everyone around is miserable too. He's starving (quite literally I might add). He's thirsty. He's pawing

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1170429980363565322007-02-02T10:26:00.000-05:002007-02-02T10:26:20.363-05:00

Tuesday night, January 31st, 8:06 PM: Buford's vet called with his test results. We wanted (yes WANTED) it to be a problem with his pancreas because we knew we could treat it. His pancreas was fine.So were his B-12 levels....BUT:His Folate levels were HIGH! We have a digestive problem--hence the chronic diarrhea, the ravenous appetite and all the water. He was eating, eating, eating and not

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1170429673025823772007-02-02T10:21:00.000-05:002007-02-02T10:21:13.026-05:00

Monday, January 30th: Buford went back for more tests today. Another full CBC panel was done just to make sure nothing was missed....nothing was. Once again it came back clean. Time to start ruling out things. It was not:diabeteskidney diseaseliver diseasethyroid problemsCushingsLymeAddisons...the list goes on. Time for go to the next step--another blood test to check the pancreas and

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1170429469721735892007-02-02T10:17:00.000-05:002007-02-02T10:17:49.806-05:00

Around Thanksgiving week Buford looked thin to me. Now this is a basset hound who once topped the scales at 84 lbs. Specific diet got him down to a healthy 56-60 lbs where he has been stable for over 5 years. Suddenly he looked thin....Off to the vet who said, "I never thought I would see the day that I said Buford looked skinny. Too skinny." And yes, he was down to just barely 50 lbs.For

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1167400670654985782006-12-29T08:57:00.000-05:002006-12-29T08:57:50.663-05:00

Mom took me to the park! Mom took me to the park! Mom took me to the park! Mom took me to the park! Mom took me to the park! Mom took me to the park! We ran and ran and ran and ran....ok, *I* ran and ran and ran and pulled mom along. She's SOOOO SLOW! She said we walked the entire 3 mile loop in an hour--whatever that means. I just know that I had SOOOO much fun walking on the trails,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1167400345028780192006-12-29T08:52:00.000-05:002006-12-29T08:52:25.116-05:00

A month ago I took the guy to the vet because he had a sore at the middle of his tail and it did not seem to be healing. I had also thought he had been looking a little thin---and I was right. Buford was down to 51 lbs--his slimmest ever and that is NOT a good thing.My vet walked into the exam room, was just starting to look at his file to find out why were there, and stopped, starred and said,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1165240471990068342006-12-04T08:54:00.000-05:002006-12-04T08:54:32.333-05:00

You leave your eyeglass case on the coffee table and go upstairs to take a shower---what did you expect me to do, just leave it there? Puh-Lease!---Della

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1164588021963178362006-11-26T19:40:00.000-05:002006-11-26T19:40:22.016-05:00

Tonight there is a green haze filling the Basset Mayhem abode. It is quietly seeping from the posterior end of the King, Buford. He is stealth, a ninja warrior. He attacks without warning because he's sleeping. Inch by inch the lethal gas works its way from one end of the room to the other. One by one people depart for clearer skies with their shirts pulled over their noses.He is a master,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1163460815457618692006-11-13T18:33:00.000-05:002006-11-13T18:33:35.510-05:00

He is absolutely relentless! Turn your back for one second because you foolishly think Buford is sleeping and the next thing you know he's got his entire face buried in your coffee mug and 50% or more is gone!But tonight, the bugger tried to dive into my glass of wine! I grabbed that dog by the collar and yelled "NO!" while I pulled him away and moved the wine glass to the top of the

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1162341695239893432006-10-31T19:41:00.000-05:002006-10-31T19:41:35.393-05:00

No need for a doorbell at this house---just go about your business and the moment the howling begins you know you've got little ghosts, gobblins, princesses, superheros, and the occasional bumblebee at your door.Buford is NOT the one doing all the barking....he's lying patiently on the living room floor, staring through the baby gate at the big bowl of candy that is on the stairs. I KNOW he's

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1161916651902853182006-10-26T22:37:00.000-04:002006-10-26T22:37:31.913-04:00

Yup, that's right--Turd Hockey. Actually, the NATHL is the North American Turd Hockey League for basset hounds! We are PROUD members of the St. Louis Nugget Nabbers. It's one heck of a commute but teh convenience of cyberspace practice and play makes things a litle easier on our busy schedule.Della and I are part of the puck producing squad--we excel at our positions!Coach Mowgli's mom is

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1161656939214095252006-10-23T22:23:00.000-04:002006-10-23T22:28:59.223-04:00

Guinness the c@t....as a kitten he was contantly put outside by his previous owners. This continued until he was 6 months old and came to live with me. He learned to be an "outside" cat and would come home each day when hungry, when cold, etc. He always knew where home was.Guinness came home with a hole in his lower abdomen 11 days ago. Upon further inspection I saw the hole was a puncture

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1159585134410705072006-09-29T22:41:00.000-04:002006-09-29T22:58:54.420-04:00

I took the pups to be boarded for the weekend. Della went happily enough--kind of like "Cool! Camp! See ya!" But Buford...poor, poor Buford. He went behind my legs and sat down leaning against the counter. And then he laid down on the floor and looked up at me like he was pleading not be left there. He was so sad!! He finally got up and went off to with the technician but he wasn't happy

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1158416208232539002006-09-16T10:16:00.000-04:002007-02-23T05:38:24.306-05:00

I realize this is blasphemous--posting about something nonbasset related, but I have to.Her name is Shallimar. She is between 6-7 months of age. She is my mom's new kitten. And she is a holy terror!Mom's cat, Sheba, left for the bridge at the age of 19 years, 8 months. She was a sweet, wonderful cat and she is missed terribly. I was worried that without Sheba my mother would go stir crazy

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1156988198635689442006-08-30T21:36:00.000-04:002006-08-30T21:36:38.670-04:00

Della here. I saw this hopping thing in the yard last night--thought it should be eaten. Bad idea. YUCK!

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Sneezing, sneezing, sneezing. Della is sneezing and I've never seen her this out of control before! I can't tell whether it is a cold or an allergy, or Heaven forbid, something else.She has gone on a string of sneezes numbering as many as 8!!!! And these are not simple little puppy sneezes. These are full blown adult doggie sneezes--heck adult HUMAN sneezes! *(For my close friends)-- this

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1154308532120564582006-07-30T21:15:00.000-04:002006-07-30T21:15:32.156-04:00

We never had the pleasure or privilege to meet the OEBE legend, Homer of Pittsburgh, but it grieves each of us to have learned that he has made his journey to the Bridge.Homer, you blazed through this world on a mission to consume anything and everything your slaves left within reach. You helped set the standard for all OEBE wannabes. Your family loved (and still loves) you more than they ever

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1153703551127571962006-07-23T21:12:00.000-04:002006-07-23T21:12:31.143-04:00

One would think that if the bassets like the snow, wet grass wouldn't be any big deal. But, nooooooo!Being unable to mow the lawn this last week due to all the rain, the grass started to get pretty high in the back yard. Ok, "pretty high" is a relative term---it means "Mommy!!! The grass is tickling my belly!!!"With a break in the weather I broke out the mower and as soon as I was done, the

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1153588859230931072006-07-22T13:20:00.000-04:002006-07-22T13:20:59.596-04:00

This is Buford's new name. He decided to try something new. He decided he has never had conjunctivitis so he thought he would give a whirl. And just to make sure that he did it full out---he got it in BOTH eyes!That's my boy! The Grade-A Medical Anomally named Buford.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1153433929015999682006-07-20T18:18:00.000-04:002006-07-20T18:18:49.076-04:00

Sure, go right ahead, eat all the leather off one sandal. It's leather after all and it MUST be eaten by a doggie. However, in the future Della, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE try chewing the pieces so you can digest them as opposed to swallowing them in 2 inch strips and then throwing them up all over the bedroom at 4:28 AM.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1152929804322890972006-07-14T22:16:00.000-04:002006-07-15T22:18:37.966-04:00

If a basset takes a nylabone out into the yard, drops it on the ground, immediately picks it up and runs back into the house, is it a NEW toy?YES!

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All it takes is an empty toilet paper roll!! Nothing better than watching a basset take the tube out of your hand as if it were gold, and then trotting off happier than ever into their favorite room...and ripping and shredding the crap out of it!

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Buford is allergic to air. Ok, not air, but he's allergic to bee stings, spider bites, and has horrible seasonal allergies. I almost lost my little man on 9/12/01--right, the day after 9/11. Something bit him on the deck. Something that did not cause any swelling but hurt his rear leg very badly and sent him into a textbook case of anaphylactic shock. I got him to the vet just before he

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1150414528996533982006-06-15T19:28:00.000-04:002006-06-15T19:36:17.930-04:00

Picture if you will a quiet, peaceful night. Temperaures in the low 60's, windows open, a slight breeze--perfect sleeping weather. The entire "family" is crammed on one bed--a typical arrangement for basset lovers.Suddenly, at 2:40 AM something wakes me up...and wakes up both dogs...and wakes up the c@t. But all is quiet. Until we all hear what woke us. Not quite a bark, not quite a whine,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1150326972902178782006-06-14T19:16:00.000-04:002006-06-14T19:16:12.946-04:00

It appears as though turning 2 years old has resulted in Della's body realizing she is "basset" and not "greyhound!" She has always accompanied me on my two-mile walk in the early evenings but with bad weather of late she hasn't gone in about 2 weeks. I usually can bearly keep up with her--she wants to run the ENTIRE way! But tonight, the little darling reached the halfway point and slowed to

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1142219094048412612006-03-12T22:04:00.000-05:002006-05-08T09:32:59.080-04:00

Della is 21 months old. She has mastered counter cruising and is the reigning queen of cat bowling. (It is QUITE the site!) But all in all she is the sweetest little (only 44 lbs.) basset hound in the world--at least she is as far as I'm concerned.BUT---Della is NOT a princess. I thought she might be a good candidate for a BABE title, but I no longer believe she will achieve such status. No,

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1139791044277621942006-02-12T19:37:00.000-05:002006-02-12T19:37:24.290-05:00

Thirsty? Originally uploaded by hsarver. WHAT?! Don't you get thirsty? And I am NOT going to drink out of the dog bowl! Besides, this water is nice and cold!! Mmmmm!

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1139790890854586452006-02-12T19:34:00.000-05:002006-02-12T19:34:50.860-05:00

What's That? Originally uploaded by hsarver. Mom put this stupid lead on my so she didn't have to keep going out into the snow everytime I wanted to go out. Problem is that I REALLY want to attack that leaf but I CAN'T reach it. MOOOOMMMMMM!!!!!

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1139790276172596782006-02-12T19:24:00.000-05:002006-02-12T19:24:36.200-05:00

I don't like this Originally uploaded by hsarver. Winter was perfect for once! None of that nasty snow since December, temperatures in the 40's, 50's and yes, even 60's. And suddenly I wake up and I have to plow through THIS to get to my "spot!" WHY?! It's just not fair.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1134433510967829422005-12-12T19:25:00.000-05:002005-12-12T19:25:11.003-05:00

Buford here. Mom went and did it, and I'm a little annoyed with her. She got rid of her sports car which was EASY for me to get in and out of. She replaced with with a bigger car with something called "all-wheel drive"---whatever that is. Well, I can't get in the thing! It's too high off the ground! Mom had to bend down and lift my back end up into the car!! How humiliating!!! I just hope

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1133574100856344622005-12-02T20:41:00.000-05:002005-12-02T20:41:40.883-05:00

Yes she can be little destructo-dog, but this morning she was precious! For the first time in months (not kidding) both pups slept through the night. Finally Buford woke up to tell me it was past time to take him out. Normally Della is in hot pursuit. But not today. I got up, took Buford outside, brought Buford back inside...no Della! I went back upstairs to the bedroom to find my precious

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1133024500173266032005-11-26T12:01:00.000-05:002005-11-26T12:01:40.180-05:00

But it wanted to be ripped! Originally uploaded by hsarver. Don't let the innocent look of this face and those brown soulful eyes fool you--this is Della, the Destructo Dog! She is EeeeeeVIL!Della is 18 months old, and in true basset hound fashion, has FINALLY figured out the housebreaking thing--YIPPEE! So down came one of the baby gates to start expanding the house a little since.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1132711943922657572005-11-22T21:12:00.000-05:002005-11-22T21:12:23.953-05:00

double trouble Originally uploaded by hsarver. We are being very good! Just look at how cute we are too! So why won't our mom just put the entire box of biscuits on the floor?

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1132021985191228482005-11-15T00:33:00.000-05:002005-11-14T21:33:31.813-05:00

Hey great big world! This is Della and I got my paws on mommy's compawter. I know you're all wondering why I'm so excited about mommy being sick. You're pawbably thinking I am a mean puppy, but I'm weally not! You see, when mommy has a cold there are tissues EVEWEEWHERE!!! I WOVE TISSUES!!!Of cause, when mommy sneezes she weally scares me :-(

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1131075965769700112005-11-04T01:48:00.000-05:002005-11-03T22:49:32.246-05:00

This is my motto, me Della D. Dog, and I have a motto and it is "death to all throw pillows! I lead a very busy life and I just do not have time for throw pillows. They are annoying because they take up far too much space on couches and chairs that are meant for my beautiful basset body. I spend part of my morning making sure that all offensive throw pillows are on the floor for two reasons: 1

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1126320852524670692005-09-10T01:54:00.000-04:002005-09-09T22:54:36.726-04:00

Buford here. I have been residing in my wonderful home for over 6 years now and can say without a doubt that I hate the fall. Mother, oh mother, where are you? You called a week long absence "band camp." What the heck is that? For 10 days you got up even before me, gave us all breakfast, took us out, brought us in and then you left. You came back at noon for what--5 whole minutes! Just

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1123943844876619562005-08-13T10:37:00.000-04:002005-08-13T10:37:24.896-04:00

My mother is always after me to stop counter-cruising, stop snorting around in the trash, stop ripping up toilet paper tubes, and to stop eating Guinness (but that cat deserves it!). And of course, I do not hear her. Ok, well I hear her, but I don't acknowledge it because that would be WRONG! In my heart I knew it would all pay off one day. And a few days back it did!! I submitted my most

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1122082018792923532005-07-23T00:37:00.000-04:002005-07-22T21:36:44.316-04:00

What is UP with this?! Every night it is the same thing. I get pushed to the middle of the couch by the "big guy" (Buford). Within minutes the "little one" (Della) has jumped up on the other side of me. I am now wedged between two bassets--and that may be fine, but....At some point during their evening shut down BOTH of them rotate so that each has their butt shoved up against one of my legs!

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1121309802245588902005-07-14T01:56:00.000-04:002005-07-13T22:57:34.086-04:00

I AM SO PROUD OF HER!! Della just finished her Basic Obedience Class at the Wilmington Kennel Club. I got this great certificate and she got to choose a toy...which she successfully ripped to shreds before we were half way home. (And how she did that to one of those extra tough tennis balls I will never know.)She had a pretty good night...ok, it was exceptional because I have been away for the

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1119406261870301692005-06-21T22:11:00.000-04:002005-07-22T21:37:58.446-04:00

All this time, almost a full year now, I have been feeling sorry for Guinness. This poor cat is constantly being pounced on, trounced on and slobbered on. He has been chased, knocked into walls, knocked off chairs, and headed like a soccer ball into the air. He has been wrestled with, tostled with and plain old beaten up. And all of this "abuse" is provided by Della, the basset who thinks

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1118753868412124832005-06-14T12:13:00.000-04:002005-06-14T09:12:35.506-04:00

Being 6 1/2 years old one doesn't like to carry on quite as much as a younger pup. But Buford still has his quirky approaches to living. His favorite things to do are as follows:+Stand in front of the gate blocking the living room and barking to be let in------only to stand on the other side after being let in and barking to be let out.+Sit in front of the refridgerator and look back and forth

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1118630100336214492005-06-13T01:35:00.000-04:002005-06-12T22:35:25.790-04:00

Every morning it is the same routine: Della jumps off my bed and in one leap is on top of Guinness (the cat) who is sound asleep on the big, round doggie bed. (Right, there is this big doggie bed that NEITHER of the dogs use--what's so strange about that?)The poor kitty cat gets all slimed. He protests, he slaps back at Della--never with nails extended however--and he does his darndest to get

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1118450737101369642005-06-10T23:45:00.000-04:002005-06-10T20:46:12.133-04:00

The wonders of computers means that one becomes very acquainted with various hardware and software tech support people. Last night was no exception and if the guy had any idea what was REALLY going on he would have disconnected me!I'm trying to get a bit closer to "today" here at home with my various computers, internet connections, printers, etc.--so it was time to network everything. Seemed

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1118024207164163442005-06-05T22:16:00.000-04:002005-06-05T22:16:47.176-04:00

All I have to do is look at both pups and say, "Peanut Butter" and it is a mad race from wherever they are into the kitchen. Both stop on a dime (ok, they slide on the dime across the linoleum) in front of the kitchen counter and bark like crazy! Peanut butter serves mulitple purposes: it is one of their favorite treats, I get a good chuckle watching both of them try to lick if off the roofs

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1117808532779297242005-06-03T13:32:00.000-04:002005-06-03T10:23:09.980-04:00

Ok, what is up with the brat? Does she think I'm some sort of stuffed toy that NEEDS to be messed with all the time? Every morning it's the same routine: I'm sound asleep on the big, round cushy bed that I have decided is mine. (Note to the big, stupid dog: if you want to sleep on your bed then you have to get to it before I do--that's the rule.) At 5:30 AM that out of control pup leaps off

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1117808151657063832005-06-03T13:15:00.000-04:002005-06-03T10:22:49.926-04:00

First and most important Buford came through everything like a trooper! There was this very slow growing tumor behind his left, front leg on the side of his body. It was within the skin so all assumptions were that it was a benign, fatty tumor.Surgery and 11 stitches later he looked like Franken-weinie. But, the biopsy showed no malignancy; the stitches came out this past Tuesday; he's doing

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1116595126294528792005-05-20T12:20:00.000-04:002005-05-20T09:18:46.303-04:00

We went and survived our first class in beginner obedience school this week! Della is actually pretty good with regard to "sit" but that's about it. And walking/heeling--you've GOT to be kidding me?! So off to school we go!One of the main reasons I am taking her through all this is because she struggles with the social-thing. Frankly she is petrified when strangers or strange dogs are near.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1115869186034839502005-05-12T02:36:00.000-04:002005-05-11T23:39:46.056-04:00

Last night was rough--Buford, the boy who is allergic to air (well, not air, but certainly everything else) stopped in the middle of the street on the return route of his short W-A-L-K and started to projectile vomit! The last time this happened he was having a severe allergic reaction to an insect bite (to this day I don't know if it was a bee sting or a spider bite). It was so severe that he

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1115434481460901342005-05-07T01:56:00.000-04:002005-05-06T22:57:34.683-04:00

I suppose that if anything had happened it would have been my own fault since I ran out of food for Buford and fed him Della's instead. Never change a basset hound's diet abruptly....but that's another post for another day.With the wrong food in his belly, Buford woke me up at 3 AM because he HAD to go outside and, well, you know. And, when one of them has to go the other MUST join in the

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1114573519799078062005-04-27T02:41:00.000-04:002005-04-26T23:47:24.320-04:00

Isn't this the cutest little basset hound you've ever seen? Della is only 8 months old in this photo and she is even more precious and sweet than her picture. Don't you want to just lean in and let her cover your face with kisses?Well go right ahead, but remember: chances are excellent she just "snacked" out of the kitty litter pan.

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1114569995799484422005-04-27T02:18:00.000-04:002005-04-26T23:35:41.526-04:00

I realize that my posts may give the impression of me being a strong and brave individual...and perhaps when it comes to certain things like stepping on spiders, mowing the lawn or running a rehearsal at the University I am those things. But when it comes to giving Buford and Della baths---FORGET IT! So this morning it was off to the vet where the experts were put to work.The neat thing about

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1114313054219700972005-04-23T22:59:00.000-04:002005-04-23T23:26:51.416-04:00

My poor little puppy Della! Bassets, in general, usually face a painful part of life sometime before the age of 18 months. Their front legs become a little lame, one leg at a time. This actually has a name: Paneosteitis, or just plain "pano." It is a wandeing lameness which means that YOU, the mom- or dad-slave think you're going completely nuts! One day it's "Hey, the pup is holding her

sarvhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07211489289823379138noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11720556.post-1113790275250143142005-04-18T01:27:00.000-04:002005-04-17T22:31:17.673-04:00

I have never been one to be get my taxes organized, finished and filed any earlier than the beginning of April. There is no reason for this as I have all my documents in hand by the start of February. I even have a week off in the middle of March every year and I rarely take use it for a vacation away from home. To make matters worse, it's not like I do my own taxes--I have an accountant. All

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I love my dogs very much--I say this from the get go because right now I want to skin the puppy and mount her above the fireplace! (Ok, not really so don't call the humane society on me, alright?) Della is really the sweetest little basset hound. She just turned 10-months old and while I know she's not done growing yet I am pretty sure she will remain a 40-ish pound petite pup. (40 lbs really

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Today was quite literally a spring cleaning day. I broke out my new Dyson vaccuum (LOVE IT!) and sucked up all the basset hair in the family room. Then I broke out my Hoover Steam Vac and turned a disgusting carpet into something that looked brand new...well, almost. While the carpet dried I scrubbed (and I mean SCRUBBED) the kitchen floor. When finished the carpeting was nice and dry (LOVE

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OHMYGOD! OHMYGOD! IT WAS INCREDIBLE, FANTASTIC, AMAZING AND UNBELIEVABLE! Hi everyone out there in the great big wonderful world I'm Della that's short for Della-Ware Summer's End I'm a real live basset pwincess no that is NOT a misspelling I get everything I want because I am beautiful and lovable and so full of energy I don't know what to do first so I try everything that I can to see if I

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I know, I know--I am NOT a basset hound! But since no one in MY home can answer me I thought I would give a shout out to all you foolish humans in the world who think basset hounds are worthy beings. If you are one of these humans, answer me one simple question: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU???I was leading a fairly normal life, only having to put up with this big, sometimes stinky, floppy eared,

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I'm not talking about the undeniable fact that puppies literally bounce--that is a topic for another day. I'm talking about Bounce, the silly little piece of material (with or with Fresh Spring fragrance) that you put into your dryer. If you don't use this when you dry your clothes you get stuck with MAJOR static cling! And the only thing worse that staticy clothes is if you don't use

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I am contiunally amazed at just how selective the hearing of my hounds is. You can call them until you are blue in the face and they will feign sleep or just flat out ignore you. But if you're in the kitchen eating a piece of cake they will come running from the other end of the house because they heard you bite into the creme filling! Unbelievable!

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buford Originally uploaded by hsarver. I am Buford--I am "king" of the household. I own this couch and if you want to sit on it with me you must leave plenty of room for when I decide I must stretch out. The photo on the left is of Della. My momslave thought I needed a "sister" or "playmate" so that I wouldn't be lonely when left alone. She's GOT to be kidding, right? I mean, look at

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I am completely convinced that my bassets can tell time. Every morning at 3 AM (yes, 3 AM!!) my oldest comes upstairs and insists upon being let outside. And that, of course, get the young one up and moving too. So, downstairs we all go. And within 5-10 minutes--it depends upon whether there are any bunnies in the yard--everyone is back in the house and asleep. At 4:30 AM it starts all over

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