I love my Bassets. Make no mistake about that. They offer me something Belgians do not. On the other hand, what I get from a Belgian I cannot get from a Basset, and it is with great delight that I welcome baby Belgian Doc into our home.
This is what a baby Belgian looks like just before they learn how to climb up on the dining room table, walk onto the freezer and open a bag of dog food (not yet-- but I have seen it done.)
This is what they look like before they shred your shoes, your blankets, chew the corner off the tv console, (another Belgian) or dismantle your furnace (yet another.)
This is Doc.
See how sweet he is? How cuddly? (and he is.)
Wanna hear how he screams in the crate in the Van? He screams like a husky: maaawww maaaawww!
Only if the windows are down and we are at a stoplight.
I know nothing. I am a blank slate. But happy to learn. I think the Bassets will teach me a lot.
Today I met a Veterinarian ( a nice lady) a mailman (a nice man) and two neighbors. (Yup. Nice.) While Mom was sitting at the Vet's with me the local Animal Control came in and recognized her and said oh how cute etc etc. And she thought, oh god, he isn't registered with the village--- nor are any of the bassets. I don't think I have to be registered until 4 mos when I can get a rabies shot.
The nice Animal control people brought in two tiny pug babies that had been in a yard witha gold retriever and got out and I guess didn't get retrieved. The Vet knew who the momperson is , tho, so they will got home. They look funny.
Mom is writing this for me. I can't write yet. Conley says he will teach me. So maybe you will hear from me.
AKA
Mika Keokuk Medicine Man of Liswyn.
You may call me Doc.
