[Dailydrool] First Basset

[Michele SZ via Dailydrool]

As I sit waiting in the doctors office waiting to be seen, I have finally caught up on reading my Daily Drools. So here is the story of my First Basset. I got my first basset when I was a young girl...maybe 8-10 years old. (I am 48 now). It was after my not-a basset Blackie went missing, My dad's sisters found a female, tri-color basset, no collar, wondering along the river. We were not sure of her age. They brought her to me because they knew I was an animal lover and was so upset about my very first dog Blackie disappearing. I named her Droopy, and we had many adventures together as I grew up and she grew older. My dad found her one day while I was at school laying in a mud puddle, panting. He took her to the vet and she was full of what the vet thought was cancer. So they helped her cross the Rainbow Bridge. I was heartbroken to lose my best friend. Droopy was the start of my basset hound obsession. I have never thought of having any other breed. I love their individuality, independent nature, and stubbornness. They are mischievous little clowns, that love to snuggle and never fail to make you smile or laugh when you need to. I love those big brown eyes in their wrinkled faces, with those big velvet ears and Frito smelling big feet. I have cherished each and every Hound that have blessed me with their presence. We are now at #11 and #12. I miss all those that have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. 
Michele Momma to Xander and Seth the new Bad Ass Basset Brothers of Howling Hound Acres
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