NIGEL

Nigel wants to play with the puppy.
Since Nigel cannot walk,much less run, this is difficult. we were allowing him limited access to the yard until he ended up with a sore on one back legs and very owie looking testicles, and then I decreed that he was no longer allowed outside without the cart. (Before the puppy arrived, he would lay in one spot with his brother, in the sun.)

But once he saw that the others were playing Bumper Basset with the puppy, he wanted to play as well.
Now.
Nigel has a cart. He loves his cart for walkies but somehow he hates it in the backyard and has always refused to move, just stood in one spot, everything drooping, miserable. It seemed possible to me that the excitement of the Basset/Belgian 500 (The black car always wins) might excite Nigel enough to (gasp) move while in the cart inthe backyard.

 

It took a day or two. But my new rule is: no cart, no yard. And so now we are delighted to say that Nigel does indeed roll around the yard in his cart, trying to play.

 

Mostly he stands in a central location and barks as the other two Bassets and Doc zoom past. Sometimes they use Nigel as a center point and he keeps trying to turn the cart fast enough to keep track of who is where, even though I could tell him: Doc is in the lead so far he is coming up on Llewis who is last. Conley is closing in on Doc from behind as he slows up for Llewis.

(Rare footage of Nigel and Conley discussing the upcoming election and the way our society treats teachers and cops. They are working on their economic recovery program and medidog changes.)

Anyway Now Nigel carts around the backyard, the puppy almost always goes to the back door when he needs to go, and Nigel would like to remind people that he would not be the first President in a wheelchair.