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Running of the Bulls

A lot of people forward photos of basset hounds running to me on the internets.  I find this fascinating.  You see, it's not easy to capture a basset hound running because they don't do it too often.  Unless you live next door to a man made out of Velveeta, then I bet they would run a lot to try to eat your neighbor.  That could get embarrassing at neighborhood bbq's, always having to apologize to your Velveeta neighbor that your dogs try to eat him whenever he takes the recycling out to the curb.

However difficult it may be, it is not impossible. Sorry Velveeta neighbor, but in the immortal words of Bruce Dickinson (yes, THE Bruce Dickinson,) "don't fear the reaper" :


My two girls

A couple of quick photos of my two girls, 99 and Venus.

99 shows general concern for all those affected by hurricane Irene, especially her daughter Sophie in North Carolina.


Lazy Saturday in Bassetville

Since there is only one more week to go until football season finally gets under way I present to you the definition of the word "anticipation" as only basset hounds can convey:




grace·ful [greys-fuhl]
adjective: Characterized by elegance or beauty of form, manner, movement, or speech; elegant: a graceful dancer; a graceful reply.




The dog days of summer

I'm beginning to think whoever invented air conditioning had a basset hound.  The only thing to do in this miserable midwestern heat this summer is find some shade and a couple of Adirondack chairs.  Who's with me? 


Georgie?  Venus?


How about you 99?  Is it hot out here or what?



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