[Dailydrool] Gates vs determined hounds

[Swartz]

Susan, I am so sorry that Blue has made his journey to the bridge. Take
heart that he is once again a young and healthy hound and that he is
together again with Jonsey. May he live forever in the magic of your
memories. 

I can back Pam & Drew up on bassets squeezing through tight spaces.
Comanche ATB was a master escape artist, he could get into or out of
places that that you'd bet your life savings that he couldn't do it. He
could squeeze through holes that were way less than half his width.
Comanche got through shut doors, he would either head butt it to pop it
open, or stand on back paws and work the knob with his front paws until
it would open. He used to love to do this when I would take a shower. He
always seemed to know the perfect time, when I was washing my hair.  So
there I am standing in the shower, washing my hair, eyes closed thinking
no one or anything is around and then BAM! Cold nose on the back of my
leg...I SCREAM! I turn around and there is Comanche, and I swear I could
hear evil laughter from that hound!  He even got through electric fence!
We had a "dog" electric fence up, 2-3 inches off the ground that pulsed
to keep him from digging out to go see his moo cow friends (Rancher was
threatening to shoot him for chasing his cattle) He timed the pulses,
pulled the fence off with his mouth and then proceeded to dig out of the
chain link fence (and his hole never seemed big enough for him to get
out of) So then I put up an electric fence especially made for Brahma
bulls, it was a steady flow of electricity...he learned very quickly how
to unplug it and then set about to digging out to go visit the moo cows.
That is one hound that was too smart for his own good.  Oh and once he
would get out of the yard and go play with the cows for a little bit,
that little *&%$# would come and patiently set on the front pouch
waiting to be let in and I swear he was grinning like a Cheshire
cat...like he knew once again he had out smarted me. I use to ask him as
I dragged his big butt back into the house, you let yourself out why
can't you let yourself back in? Once again I sweart I heard him
snickering. I miss my big ole tuxedo boy!  And then there was Wolfgang
ATB that could squeeze himself down to the size of a piece of paper and
get out through the closed gate. Bassets are way too smart sometimes for
their own good, and when they want something bad enough they will figure
out a way to get it, even if it means shape shifting into a cat, mouse
or cockroach.

Michele Momma to the Bad A** Basset Brothers
Colt & Ruger