<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:Helvetica Neue-Light, Helvetica Neue Light, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, Sans-Serif;font-size:16px"><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4590" class="">The Basset Club barbecue is usually one of our favourite days of the year. </div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">We take the hounds for a long walk, then back to a beautiful home, with a walled garden for a barbecue, while the hounds romp round playing - and in Rolph's case, stealing food.</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">The barbecue was yesterday, Sunday. On Saturday, Rolph didn't want his breakfast and them spent all day throwing up. I didn't give him dinner and I doubt he'd have eaten it, even if offered. He was clearly not well and all that night, he kept us awake pacing around.</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">We decided to go to the barbecue anyway, but that The Purveyor Of Unnecessary Treats would stay with him while I took Clara on the walk and he could just sit with us at the barbecue. </div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">Once there, he saw all his friends and gamely insisted on going for the walk - even though we lagged at the back rather than leading the pack barking at the top of his voice. He definitely seemed a bit brighter.</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">Back to the house, and he lay close by, looking sorry for himself, but after a while got up and went and played with his friends. This being England, the skies opened and humans and hounds scuttled to shelter - Rolph choosing a summer house where about ten people sat around a table.</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">I wasn't there to see this poor, sick hound leap up and clear a woman's plate of chicken, steak, a sausage and burger in one sweep. Luckily, as a hound owner, she thought it was funny. He was also given a steak by the chef who felt sorry for him!</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">Back home, he didn't want dinner and hasn't eaten breakfast this morning .... maybe he's holding out for steak!</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class="">Clara is mightily fed up she didn't get any steak even though she was a good girl.</div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" class=""><br class=""></div><div id="yiv0068610578yui_3_16_0_1_1436774157732_4589" dir="ltr" class="">Sally, with Pw Rolph OEBE and Clara, UK</div></div></body></html>