[Dailydrool] The Ultimate Counter Cruise

[Lenore Dickinson]

For those of you who have been with the Drool for a long time, you may remember this story, but I thought I'd share with those who haven't been around as long.
 
I started my basset journey with a single boy basset named The Artful Dodger.  He was my first love and all those who met him would tell you he had a charm and confidence that were truly unique.  A good basset friend once said of him "I've never known anyone -- hound or human -- who had a better sense of his place in the universe."  When he was 8.5 years old, I found the Drool.  I thought at the time, and stated so publicly, that anyone who would have more than one of these houndies at a time ought to have their heads examined (and those of you who know me personally can stop laughing right now!).  But I found out about rescue and figured Dodger and I had enough room in our house and our hearts to adopt someone in need.  I wanted a 4-6 year old tri-colored male.  Apparently I didn't check with the guy in charge (that would be Dodger) -- he chose a 14 month old pale red & white female who had heartworms and had been pretty badly abused.  Thus Maggie Mae came to live with us.  Adopting Maggie got me involved in rescue and one afternoon I got a call to pick up a basset girl at the pound.  She was 25 pounds overweight and had just shut down completely at the shelter.  We picked Priscilla (they named her) up and I arranged to take her up to a foster home.  Priscilla was my first foster failure and she ended up staying (but only after I delivered her to the rescue coordinator and then cried all the way home and went back to get her).  So now I've set the stage and you have an inkling about my Gang of Three.
 
I'd gone to dinner with a good friend to Outback Steak House.  I brought home the left over steak and baked potato.  At this point I've had bassets for over a decade so I know all about counter cruising and the stealth and craftiness of bassets ... mine in particular.  The next morning I got my leftovers out and put them in a tupperware container which i put at the very back of the counter so I wouldn't forget to take them for lunch.  Imagine my surprise (to put it mildly) when I came into the kitchen to discover Priscilla standing parallel to the counter with Maggie standing on her back legs on Priscilla's back (I repeat for emphasis .. on Priscilla's back) reaching for the tupperware.  Maggie snagged the contained and tossed it to Dodger (who, BTW, could open tupperware more easily than I could).  And I don't mean she knocked it off the counter or picked it up and dropped it.  No, she picked it up and tossed it over to where he was standing.  Then she hopped off Priscilla's back, Dodger popped open the tupperware and the three of them proceeded to have my lunch as their post breakfast snack.
 
Now as I was telling this story later at work, someone asked me "weren't you angry?"  And I had to admit that anger had not entered into it  I'd had two thoughts (1) points for ingenuity and teamwork and (2) wish I had a video camera ... I could use $100,000 from America's Funniest Home Videos!
 
Lenore
Storybook Bassets
 		 	   		  
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