[Dailydrool] Taters & Cremains

[Swartz]

I loved the story on the great tater raid.Some peoples hounds!!! LMAO  Ruger 
& Colt  like to play capture the flag (momma's socks, bra or undies).  They 
will wait until I am distracted with e-mails, cleaning house or cooking 
dinner then sneak down the hall to my bedroom to see if the door is shut or 
not; if not they proceed to sneaking up to the laundry basket, nose through 
it until one of them finds the appropriate flag and then will fly out of the 
room, down the hall and into the living room with the other hound in hot 
pursuit of his brother.  Once in the living room a tug-of-war breaks out and 
the fight for the prized flag begins.  Until the momma steps in to take back 
her flag..GameOver!  Then I get this aaawww that's not fair look from both 
hounds.

No you all are not crazy or weird at least not to another basset person. LOL 
I grew up in a small town/country atmosphere, so my first couple of bassets 
were buried on our property.  I didn't know of cremation at that time and to 
us  it was sending them back to the earth from which they came.   However 
after my parents and I moved from town to the country and then when I moved 
away from home and joined the military I no longer had my beloved childhood 
companions.  So when the first  of my Fab 5 crossed over the bridge the  now 
x-husband recommended cremation so that I could take them with me whenever I 
moved.  Now all of the Fab 5 have the place of honor on the Hound Memorial 
Self in the entertainment center.  There cermains  sit behind favorite 
pictures of all of them.  When I dust the shelf or just feel the ache of 
missing them I speak to them and tell them that I miss them, and will see 
them when my time comes.  Sometimes I swear I feel muzzles nuzzling my leg. 
Instructions have been left that I am to be buried with all of the 
hound-boxes.   Kind of like the Queens and Pharaohs of ancient Egypt.

Drool to Queen Olive and any other hound that may be sickly.

 Miriam & Mollie,  Marcie and 6 month old baby basset (you must provide us a 
name of the angel) Welcome to the Drool.


Michele (the Momma to the Bad A** Basset Brothers)
Ruger <I got the flag!!!>
Colt <not once I run you down like a charging rhinocerious.>

 "Well Behaved Hounds Rarely Make the Drool"