The Daily Drool is discussing why we have bassets, here's our story:
We came to be devout Basset Moms in a roundabout way.
First we were beagle moms, adopting 1, then a 2nd senior beagle in 1999 and 2000. Ellie came to us in April of 2000, at least 13 years old, had a gigantic tumor on her leg and was out of time in a shelter. We vowed to keep her happy and let her go to the Bridge in peace when it was time.
In October of 2000, Ellie's time was up. She'd had 6 months, 8 days of love, walks, dog park visits, McDonald's cheeseburgers, Krispy Kreme donuts and our hearts.
After her death, Arizona Basset Rescue was looking for donations to help with bassets they'd rescued from a puppy mill. I gave some money, asking that the sickest, hardest to place dog be named after Ellie, since there was nothing placeable about our Ellie.
Elliemama the basset was very pregnant and sick with tick fever. We watched her progress and 12 pups were born on Dec 31, 2000. At this point, we fell in love with Mama and asked about adopting her. It seems that Walt and Dena had also fallen for Mama so she'd be staying with them but Dena asked if we'd like to adopt a puppy?
A PUPPY? We're senior dog people, not puppy people!! No way!
But we watched them grow, saw their personalities emerge and knew in our hearts that these pups were our Ellie's grandbabies. So in early May of 2000, we went to Phoenix from San Jose armed with a Sherpa bag and brought our Rainie Roo pup home on the plane. From the moment she arrived in our home, we knew it was love. We met Elliemama and her family in Pasadena that Christmas for the DooDah (RooDah to us!) parade and got to see Rainie play with her littermates, Lexie and Rockie. It was amazing to see their bond and I told Dena that if any of the pups ever came back to the rescue, we'd like to adopt another one. Of course, I figured this would be after our 2 senior dogs were gone.
But no, this spring, Dena writes again, this time about Patrick, Rainie's littermate. We hemmed and hawed, not wanting 4 dogs in our home, but very much wanting Patrick. Eventually, we said yes (how could we not?) and met Patrick in Pasadena for the Basset Spring Games.
Now that he's been home a while, we know that the only thing better than 1 Roo is 2!
As always, I can't thank Dena and her tireless team of volunteers for raising the world's most wonderful, well-adjusted litter of pups and for allowing not just one but two of them to come into my life.