Howl-O-Ween!!

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 formulating a plan, that, if executed, will result in a trip to the emergency vet. Let's just hope it is foiled!

Della has worn herself out with all the barking and baying. For a small basset (all of 48 lbs) she packs quite a punch with that voice of hers.

YIKES! Time to run---more vampires and look! There's Robin Hood with Maid Marian (who's sporting a set of wings...confused little 4 year old I guess.)

TURD HOCKEY!!

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 currently undergoing back surgery (we're sending extra drool for a speedy recovery) and we are practicing extra hard while Mowgli and Baloo are at her side during recovery.

We've got a game this weekend so:
GO SLNN!!!
(pawed by Buford while mom is resting her back...she hurt it yesterday....hope she can still help be get up on the bed tonight.)

Sleepless Nights

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 wound and it was very puffy and inflamed. So off to the vet....turns out there were TWO puncture wounds and a bunch of sores and scabs all over him. The little bugger (ok, he's not little---14 lbs of cat!) had gotten attacked by something outside.

One rabies booster, one heavy duty antibiotic shot, one box of antibiotic liquid for 7 days, and one notice from the state later and Guinness is an "indoor" cat for 90 days! (DE state law when you are not 100% positive what caused the damage).

We're at 79 days and counting and I may just have to kill him if he doesn't let me (and the bassets!!) GET SOME SLEEP!!!!!

Incredibly Depressed

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 about it.

I know he is going to be just fine, but I'm so depressed about it. I LOVE the boy. He's getting older, and a bit slower, and I guess I just worry about him too much...but he is the sweetest and the most loyal of all.

...someone is going to get extra biscuits on Sunday...lots of 'em!

Non-Basset Post

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 pretty quickly, but I needn't have worried at all. Within 1 day Mom realized the silence in her home was deafening and she called me saying, "I want a kitten." I tried to convinced her to get a CAT (you know, older, more settled, etc.), but nope. It had to be a kitten. So enter Shallimar, aka "Shali."

About 3 weeks ago it was time to have the little princess spayed. Why? Because she was going into heat and keeping the entire northeast corridor awake, that's why! Well, the precious little darling STILL hates me because I was the one who took her to the vet that day. I am convinced that she believes I was the one who did it to her!

Hopefully she'll come around and be my friend again...probably just in time for her to have to go back for her annual physical! And then she'll hate me all over again.

Frogs Don't Taste Good

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

YIKES!

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 morning the pup sneezed so long and so hard I thought George was in the house!!!!

I think I'll try a Benedryl on her tonight...although she's sleeping quite soundly right now. We'll see how the night pans out.

Poor baby girl!