I didn’t know Bassets were into spirit channeling.

Our Molokai does that weird propping the chin on a shelf thing too. But then he does a lot of weird things.

Clearly, in the second shot, Fenway has lost control of his canine gravity filter, the one dogs use to climb up into your lap and immediately become so heavy that they cannot be moved by mere human strength. I’m surprised he didn’t crush that tray.

Dogs…gotta love ‘em.

thank you, as always, for sharing your wonderful bassets

Makes sense to me that Satch would pick Fenway and Beckham would pick Wembley. I can just see the invisible two sizing up the available prospects and thinking, yeah, he’s more you and the other one’s more me. Let’s do it!

Speaking of Beckham…

During my walk home this afternoon I paused for a few minutes at a neighbourhood dog park to watch the usual suspects mingle and dash; among them a lovely pep-filled basset hound, his tail up and wagging fiercely. He was all “Hi! Hi! Yeah? Me too!”, so happy to be there even though he couldn’t keep up with most of the dogs. They all had tails but his stood out.

He reminded me of a once carefree Beckham running at HIS beach, tail up, smile on, ears flapping in the breeze.

These dudes abide!
I don’t know why, but I’m struck by the notion that this looks like a San Diego cattle drive. Cue the high-lonesome harmonica.

So beautiful. So sweet. So non-political. Thank you.

Bingo! Part of why we wait so eagerly for Thursday nights.

That top picture is something. Gorgeous boys.

I have kittehs, but I love these dogs as if the were my own. Look forward to seeing them every Thursday.

There is never a good chin rest when you need one.

I believe you are referring to what, with much experience with doggy magic, I term elective weight.

Those are great pictures of the boys–thank you for sharing them with us!

Fenway acts more like Satchmo (snuggly, sweet, expressive eyes) every day while Wembley has definitely taken on the characteristics of Beckham (obnoxious, willful, glowering).

Sounds like the Tao of Bassets.

I like that first pic, shows how ambitious and dedicated a dog can be to get to that spot that is just to his liking…and then collapse from the effort. I wonder if Fenway is also trying to get a better view, as both photos suggest. Our walking meatloaf loved the pile of dirt in the back yard, gave him a three foot height advantage.

I am deep in thought.
So deep, it drains my movement.
Lo! My thought profile.

Me, too. My late, beloved Charlie was a biiig cat – and he loved to rest his chin on things just like that pic of Fenway. He was orange and white, too. Loved to rest his chin – oh, heck, his whole head, on the keyboard, too. In his last couple years, he seemed to have learned that doggy “elective weight” thing, too – whenever I tried to rise while he was on my lap, he became so heavy I couldn’t get up. apparently it is not just doggies that know how to do it.

I can’t believe how much Wembley has grown. I love Basset posts because seeing photos of these two handsome boys just soothes the savage beast inside.

Indeed, not just doggies – cats are masters of this skill. We feel that it’s a specialized kind of physics, and involves willful control of atomic weights.

Nice haiku, heydave. Now because of you, I kind of understand what a mora is (as opposed to a syllable). Kind of. But no worries, I’ll forget it, on the use-it-or-lose-it principle.