[Dailydrool] Flat Basset (and One Meatball)

[Hinchliffe at aol.com]

My  favorite Flat Basset adventure with Duchess happened one day when we 
were out  for a lovely (I thought) walk through the neighborhood.  About a 
half-dozen  streets away, Her Highness had enough, and -- well, you know.   
Unbudgeable.  (Is that a word?  It should be.  Especially for  basset 
food-slaves.)
 
I  sighed but accepted the inevitable.  I rang the doorbell of the nearest  
house to ask to use the phone to call my Dad, though I was half-convinced  
that after I explained the situation, she would slam the door against a 
crazy  lady.  No fear.  I only got a few words out when her wise eyes  assessed 
the situation and she immediately reached for her keys.   "Say no more," she 
told me.  "I grew up with a basset.  I'll drive you  both home."
 
Another time, I was downtown and in the middle of a busy street  spotted a 
basset stretched out on the double-line.  Of course I instantly  pulled to 
the side (parked illegally, I'm sure) and dodged traffic to get to  him, 
heart in my mouth, scared he'd been hit.  Nope.  It was a wide  street and he 
obviously had felt the need for a nap once he had ambled that big  old body 
all the way across the first half.  A man came out from a store  and helped me 
carry him to the sidewalk, where he continued to doze until  his owner 
arrived (I called her from his tag -- she'd been frantically searching  for him 
because a repairman had left the gate open).  When she arrived, he  yawned 
and clamored to his feet, tail slowly looping, happy to have a ride  home.
 
And on  another subject, I now have "One Meatball" playing in an endless 
loop in my  head.  Thanks a lot, Randy.
 
Beth  H. (Duchess ATB and Blueberry ATB)
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