[Dailydrool] return of old Drooler

[PC Hanes]

After a hiatus of many years and many changes, I, an Old Drooler from 
the long-ago days, have dropped back in to see the Drool still going 
strong, with so many fine furpersons carrying on the traditions of Miss 
Scarlett, Alexis, and others, including my Maggie Musch, Cyrus dirus, 
Braune, Freckles, Rivkah Belle, Sarah Mindele, Precious and so many 
others waiting for their mom at the Bridge.
Am I even allowed to post if I am currently without a single basset?  
Floyd, our last rescue basset [from my shrink], crossed over last 
summer.  When Freckles passed in 2010, then Binky in 2011, I made my 
husband promise me a basset in 5 years.  I can't wait any longer.  The 
Basset Jones is undeniable.
"Shopping" at the Dallas and Austin rescues shows me how many lovely 
hounds need homes.  We live in a very rural area, 120 miles from either 
city, and we would take them all if we could, but we got out of rescue 
after 20-odd years due to age and financial restraints.  We still have 
some of our other rescues, mostly 14-16 years old, and 2 Corgis we took 
in last winter, 2 years old and very high energy.  They run a lot.
Probably, come the new year, we will seriously look for a rescue who can 
share a bed with a few other dogs and a couple of cats, who will 
appreciate personal door opening, even at 2 am when it is 19 degrees, 
unlimited affection, tummy rubs, ear skritches - oh, how I miss those 
long silky ears - and the best vet care, 50 miles away but worth it.  
Food - the best.  Counter cruising frowned on, but if we mess up, well, 
all is fair game.
I had 2 very special bassets, one our first rescue basset, from a street 
corner in town - Shelley, and Daisy, a lady in need in another state, I 
think TN, who had a Basset Rescue Relay to Shreveport, where we met her 
and took her home, although everyone wanted to keep her. My girls were 
beanbags - black and white with freckles, no brown anywhere, of stately 
comportment and diva attitude.  They would not climb onto the bed, even 
with a ramp. They had to be tow-trucked - someone (usually Mom) would 
get behind, they would raise paws to the bed, and get a lift from 
behind, all the work being done by the lifter.  Life is hard in our 
household.
So, rescuers, basset lovers, if a beanbag should come your way, please 
let me know.  We will adopt another basset, maybe 2 if one has a sister 
or brother or boon companion who cannot be left behind, but a beanbag 
would be most special.  Over the years, we rescued a lot of special 
dogs, including a 17 year old whose family had taken him to the pound to 
be euthanized, as he was "too old".  He had had a stroke, was deaf and 
half blind, with disfiguring little lipomas all over.  An Ohio rescuer 
saw him late on Friday and posted him on the weekend, hoping to save 
him. On Monday morning she was there before the doors opened to take him 
away, to  a seven person Basset Rescue Relay, with a few overnights, to 
Texas.  Lazarus Long shared his life with us for two more years, always 
asking to go outside, sleeping in a nest of pillows, whiling away the 
hours in a sunbeam, until he crossed over in his own time.
When I finally reach the foot of the Bridge, we shall all rejoice, 
crossing together to the 24/7 buffet, the Hat Shop, the Fancy Footwear 
shop, and the All The Toys You Ever Dreamed Of Shop, to a sunny meadow 
where it only rains when you are ready to go inside and the house as big 
as their hearts, where we will all be together once more.
Thank you, Droolers, for still being here.  The good things last because 
of people like you.
PC Hanes
No bassets, but plenty of love to go around
To all who have lost a loved one, some simulated slobber until we can 
send the real thing
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