I’ve got quite a backlog of Chloë photos waiting to be used. I will probably use them on individual posts sometime, but for anyone who wants to get to know Chloë the basset hound/just bassets in general better, :
As I foretold, this part of the year was filled with semi-strange humans and dropped food – but, by some miracle, the humans lost the Elf Suit. I wonder if that had anything to do with the Scrap of green chew-toy that I heroically Discovered and was Kind enough to share with Marshall…
Arggg! Only 24ish days to Christmas! Which means, inevitably, The Costume. There are good things and there are bad things about this time of year, the worst of which is certainly The Costume.
Humans are Astounding, Strange Creatures. Yesterday, ours took Marshall and me to a New Park. It is mostly water.
Ever tried to wash a basset hound? Yes, well, if you have, you know where this is going.
If you’ve been here for a while, you’ll remember the last time we washed Chloë the basset. You’ll remember it wasn’t much of a fight. You’ll remember that the problem was keeping her clean.
Marshall has had an itchy face for a long time. Sometimes he also licks some other random area for a few weeks, e.g. paw, leg… But since he has no coords, when he tries to scratch with a back leg he misses and when he tries with a front paw he claws himself very viciously. Early this year, the vet said to bath him weekly. They offered to do it for the first three weeks, because MARSHALL HATES BATHS
Somewhere around six thirty this morning, a Younger Human came downstairs (not really downstairs, just down the stairs, the house has two different ground-levels with stairs in the middle). Marshall jumped on her and she started scratching him. Then an Older Human called Marshall onto the bed. And so the weekend begins.
Cutest pictures of Chloë the basset hound as an very young puppy (2015)
The dogs (Marshall the one-eighth Bluetick Coonhound [racoon hunting hound] seven eighths English Foxhound who looks like a Bluetick and Chloë the basset) dealing with the coldest winter of their lives
Moz and I were finally taken back to the Wild today. We have been imprisoned in nice warm soft beds ever since the Disappearance of the Humans, followed by the Eternal Presence of Humans. Those were (and still are) some of the best months of my life: spending cold mornings curled up on a beanbag/someone’s bed/the old mattress we were given, especially when the beanbag was in front of the heater, with the Givers of Food and Belly Rubs always around. But it is still amazing to get out to the streets now, and now we can go into the Wild too!