<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>The Dashing Bassets send drool to Amanda and the Goose Gaggle Giggle on the loss of Mell. </div><div> </div><div>It was very instructive to learn of Mell's behavior. It confirms what I have guessed, that Dexter, the newest foster never to go anywhere, must be part beagle. He's small for a basset, though he does not have the typical bagel stature. But he is also the chattiest dog I have ever known. He howls when his mama leaves the house. He howls when she leaves the room. He howls whenever he darn well feels like it.</div><div> </div><div>Other than this behavior, he is just about perfect. He sits on command, a new idea for the Dashing Bassets--well, the others to it, but only for a really wonderful treat. He likes to go for long walks, instead of waddling along at a pace that allows the winter cold to numb up
the humans while they wait. He adores the mama and likes papa a whole lot. He's a cute as they come, despite the fact that he lost one eye to glaucoma.</div><div> </div><div>Now if we could just tone down the noise, he'd be a totally perfect hound. But I still will wonder if he's 100 percent basset.</div><div>Pam, food slavel to the Dashing Bassets, especially the one who really dashes.</div></div></body></html>