Basset hounds are quite frankly the weirdest breed of dog you will ever come across in terms of behaviour. There is something so strangely human about these dogs, Maisy and Molly certainly keep us on our toes whilst splitting our sides with laughter.
Here is a snap which I took earlier this week of our beautiful basset Maisy demanding the dishes prior to them being washed. We refer to both Molly and Maisy as ‘pre-wash’ for this very reason but never before have I seen a dog actually sit on the dishwasher door.
Here’s hoping that Maisy grows out of this habit as whilst she may be a puppy, she ain’t all that small these days and if she continues to put her weight on the dishwasher door then I’m not so sure we will have a dishwasher left for her to lounge upon!…
Today marked our beautiful basset hound Maisy’s first official day of freedom, following having her final injections earlier this week. To celebrate we took Maisy out to the in-laws for a Sunday roast and a run around the garden. The weather was incredible, as is my sun burn this evening!
Maisy had oodles of fun running around the garden, soaking up the sunshine and foraging through the flowers. I tried to take as many pictures as possible but with it being her first time out and about she couldn’t seem to sit still. Most of my snaps turned out either blurry or to be missing half a dog, never the less I somehow managed to snap this shot using the cluster function on my phone.…
Earlier this week we extended our household by adding a further four paws to the pack. Maisy is an eight week old red and white basset whose quite simply the perfect puppy I’ve ever seen. Don’t get me wrong, Molly (our twelve and half-year old basset hound) was and still is super cute but there’s something about Maisy which just melts my heart.
The children seem to adore Maisy, they love to snuggle, cuddle, pat and to play with her. J has shown an incredible amount of responsibility, he has impressed me no end with all the help and support that he has given both Paul and I whilst we’ve been finding out feet with ‘double trouble’.…
As you may have read throughout past posts which I have written, our beloved basset hound Molly has been struggling somewhat with her health. Last week we found a rather sinister lump at the base of her jaw and after consulting the vet we were given a quote for surgery which quite simply wasn’t within our budget nor would be fair to such an elderly dog.
After discussing the issue at great length Paul and I made the devastating decision that Molly should be put down. The very next day however Molly surprised us all with a gift from the gods (or should I say a gift from the dogs?) as the lump had miraculously fallen off and just to be sure that it wouldn’t come back… she ate it.…
We are half way through the half term holidays and so far things seem to be going really well, we’ve managed to keep the kids sufficiently entertained with trips out to the swimming baths, cinema, soft play, and to the shops where we filled our baskets with heaps of Halloween decorations and goodies in preparation for All Hallows Eve.
The kids have also enjoyed plenty of fresh air outdoors as they’ve wrapped up warm in their winter jackets and rallied around our cul-de-sac on their scooters, wrigglers and push bikes.
As the nights have drawn in we’ve sat around the kitchen table, the dog beneath our feet playing numerous card and board games as a family or kicked back on the couch enjoying Harry Potter films together.…