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Why A Basset Indeed
Sep. 20th, 2006 11:08 pmRecently, a lot of attention has gone to my two new kittens. They are lovely lads, no worries. Gnaeus even has a grey nose, which is REdonkulously cute...but has the wonderful dog suffered from this attention?
Hardly.
Still, as an 'older child' m'self, I was pondering this today when (as usual) Sebastien was being adored at the Dog Park. Do I take His Nibs for granted?
I give you a wandering tribute to my basset hound in response. A frind recently expressed astonishment for my taking on 'a breed like that'. I understood his statement, this breed has a bit of a rep, but firmly put him down regarding his question over my choice. Bassets, like my work in HealthCare, seem to be a calling. I will never get rich being in healthcare (to right, too) and I will never be 'contented' with a storybook breed of perfection in a basset. I am delighted in both choices,
I love Sebi, and I do not use that L Word lightly. He is devotion personified, and a king among doggies. Sure, I get annoyed at the whining at times, but it is similar to human kiddies - you love them despite themselves.
Sebastien doesn't 'fetch'. Fetching is for dogs - not bassets. He does enjoy a good romp with the squeeky goose once a week while he runs the basset 500, but that is it. People, if you are pondering a pooch and picking a pedigree that wants to play pugnaciously, dwarfed St. Hubert's Hounds are NOT the breed for you! They will eat cat toys on occasion, but that is more to prove a point.
Sebastien talks constantly. He moos; my nephew calls him a cow with good reason. He whimpers, he moans, he mumbles. He has an opinion about everything. Since I do as well, I can't fault him on this even if I do want to scream at him from time to time. It's the canine equivalent of a toddler asking WHY every two minutes.
So a mate asked me "Why a Basset?" To be honest, I stumbled into mine, although it was love a first sight. Had I done research on the breed before, I probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.And what a bloody loss that would have been for me. Words cannot really capture this delightful, funny, loving, often annoying, drooling, constantly-in-need-of-ear-cleaning, vociferous, stubborn, highly intelligent breed. They defy classification, although you really do need to be a dog lover to love them in your life. EVERYONE loves the basset at the dog park, but that's a whole different situation.
Sebi, you loving-mubling-stubborn-drooling on my car-trail with me to the ends of the earth-singing fool you: you rock. Thank you for choosing me, despite yourself.
And BTW - I am so dressing you as a pirate for halloween. Your dignity be damned.
Hardly.
Still, as an 'older child' m'self, I was pondering this today when (as usual) Sebastien was being adored at the Dog Park. Do I take His Nibs for granted?
I give you a wandering tribute to my basset hound in response. A frind recently expressed astonishment for my taking on 'a breed like that'. I understood his statement, this breed has a bit of a rep, but firmly put him down regarding his question over my choice. Bassets, like my work in HealthCare, seem to be a calling. I will never get rich being in healthcare (to right, too) and I will never be 'contented' with a storybook breed of perfection in a basset. I am delighted in both choices,
I love Sebi, and I do not use that L Word lightly. He is devotion personified, and a king among doggies. Sure, I get annoyed at the whining at times, but it is similar to human kiddies - you love them despite themselves.
Sebastien doesn't 'fetch'. Fetching is for dogs - not bassets. He does enjoy a good romp with the squeeky goose once a week while he runs the basset 500, but that is it. People, if you are pondering a pooch and picking a pedigree that wants to play pugnaciously, dwarfed St. Hubert's Hounds are NOT the breed for you! They will eat cat toys on occasion, but that is more to prove a point.
Sebastien talks constantly. He moos; my nephew calls him a cow with good reason. He whimpers, he moans, he mumbles. He has an opinion about everything. Since I do as well, I can't fault him on this even if I do want to scream at him from time to time. It's the canine equivalent of a toddler asking WHY every two minutes.
So a mate asked me "Why a Basset?" To be honest, I stumbled into mine, although it was love a first sight. Had I done research on the breed before, I probably wouldn't have given him the time of day.And what a bloody loss that would have been for me. Words cannot really capture this delightful, funny, loving, often annoying, drooling, constantly-in-need-of-ear-cleaning, vociferous, stubborn, highly intelligent breed. They defy classification, although you really do need to be a dog lover to love them in your life. EVERYONE loves the basset at the dog park, but that's a whole different situation.
Sebi, you loving-mubling-stubborn-drooling on my car-trail with me to the ends of the earth-singing fool you: you rock. Thank you for choosing me, despite yourself.
And BTW - I am so dressing you as a pirate for halloween. Your dignity be damned.
