HOW TO MAKE A BASSET HOUND CRAZY

 

Into some perfect lives, now and then, a little rain must fall. Take Conley and Llewis for example. What wonderful little lives they had: food aplenty, belly-rubs, sunbeams on the floor, a yard to patrol, the occasional skunk or possum or baby squirrel.
And then: Oh no! A Bomb. A disturbance in the Force.
A PUPPY!
One that grew. And grew. And grew. But is still, after all, a puppy.
And one who loves to play, and sometimes has trouble finding a playmate, and so he has learned

HOW TO MAKE A BASSET HOUND CRAZY:

Here is the Villain. He wants to play but nobody wants to play with him.

Here he comes! OMG! Not again. (That's Llewis.)

GOTCHA first, you heathen Belgian!

 

 

You got away! How did you do that?

Here I come again and I have a new idea.......Mother nature gave you a------------

 

                                              HANDLE!!!

                        you know what??? that's ENOUGH!!!

oOOO STICK! Maybe I can make Mom think I might poke my eye out and she'll play CATCH ME..................................................