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We say, “hi,” to Heidi

After Ophelia went to the Rainbow Bridge, our home was too quite without some female bassitude.  Jeff and I knew our next basset girl would be a rescue.  We didn’t plan on rescuing a puppy.  All puppies are heart-stealers,  but we felt a two-year old would fit it better with our family.  We weren’t sure a pup would work out well with our Hamlet who had just turned eight.

I began my search on Petfinders and found LuLu.  LuLu was a three-year old basset girl, right here in town.  Hamlet and I went to meet her, but we weren’t to be LuLu’s forever home.  LuLu did find her home though.

Back to Petfinders.  Then I saw them, a litter of six basset puppies, all little girls.

Heidi’s first day with us.

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Here’s there story. A vet called and said they had a basset girl birthing puppies, that one was stuck. momma and remaining babies were in trouble. The owners couldn’t afford to save them.  The rescue said yes they would pay the bill,  but the owners had to agree to give the puppies up to rescue and to spay the momma right there. The owners agreed.  Six little basset girls came into the world.  When they were old enough, they came into the rescue.  Lots of folks applied for the babies, but I have to commend the rescue, they were very selective on choosing new homes.  All puppies are a challenge, but basset’s can be a double challenge until they reach two years of age.   The rescue wanted to make sure any families-to-be knew what they were signing up for.

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Young Heidi

So Heidi joined our family.  She is everything we wanted, full of bassitude.  She’s added years to Hamlet’s life, has him up and acting like a young one himself at times.  He’s taken off a few pounds and our vet is happy with his new shape.

Bella

This is Bella. She’s one of Heidi’s BFF’s from the park.   Bella is a two-year old Welsh Corgi. There is also Smoke who is a husky and pitbull puppy, and Lou who is a miniature dachshund, but we don’t have photos of them yet.

Heidi and Bella playing. They can get pretty rough with each other.  More to follow about Hamlet and Heidi’s adventures together.

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All About Hamlet

When Sydney left for the Rainbow Bridge, we knew we would get another companion for Ophelia.  Our bassets have always did better in twos.

This time it was Jeff’s turn to pick out our new family member.  A breeder had a new litter, again this is before I decided that rescue was the only way for us to go.  We’d decided to stick with the Shakespeare theme, if a girl pup was chosen she would be Juliet, if a boy, Hamlet.

Hamlet was chosen and joined our family. The first meeting between Ophelia and Hamlet went well, until Hamlet decided Ophelia must be his mommy. She settled things along that line quickly.

This is Hamlet as a puppy.

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The two of them had some great times together, but Ophelia was always the boss.  They loved going out in the motorhome. One of our best trips was to a NASCAR race in Phoenix.

Ophelia and Hamlet.

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When Ophelia was diagnosed with anal cancer Jeff and I were devastated. We worried how Hamlet would do without her, they’d been together his entire life.

He didn’t do well. So after Ophelia left us, we didn’t wait long to bring Heidi into our world.  Her story will be next.

Our handsome boy.  He’s eight now.

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Ophelia Joins Our Family

 

After Winston went to the Rainbow Bridge, Ophelia joined our family.  At this time Sydney was eleven. He hated Ophelia for the first three months.  There were times that I wondered if we’d made the right decision in bringing her into our lives,,,there were many times I had that thought.

It’s hard for me to write about Miss O.  She’s been at the Bridge now for eight months, but I still miss her everyday.

 

Miss O with her favorite toy.

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Ophelia was our first girl basset hound.  She came to us with a bundle of attitude, which she had until the day she left us.   What a little princess she was, from her nose to the tip of her tail.  She ruled our hearts with a sometimes not so velvet paw.

Ophelia never asked for attention. She simply waited for the attention to come to her.   Ophelia and Sydney loved going camping.  At that time we had a motorhome.  We bought a long ramp so the two of them could go in and out as they pleased.  We also had a portable fence we set up around our site.

 

Ophelia with my niece Kate. Kate is now 14.

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Walking them always attracted attention.  Kids adored them, and they adored kids.

When Miss O was diagnosed with anal cancer it broke our hearts.  We had her with us another seven months.  Her body left as a ten, way too young. but her spirit remains.

 

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Sydney

 

Sydney Albert Beauregard, son of Winston, came into our lives at eight weeks of age.  Syd doubled the love, and doubled the mischief.  What Winston couldn’t think of, Sydney could and did.  I’d need a full page to list the items destroyed by those two.

Wow, did they like to play, a little rough at times.  You’d think they were tearing each other up. And sometimes play did turn into a squabble.

We spent many great times traveling with them in the motorhome.  They always attracted attention wherever we went.  Kids loved them and they loved kids.

A trip to Oregon first time out with Sydney. He was still quite young and chewing on everything.  In the California redwoods, he chewed on a pine cone.  One of the sharp bits somehow got into the soft tissue of his mouth. He became a very sick little guy and had to spend the night in doggie ER in Salem, Oregon.

When we arrived home, the bit of pine cone traveled to the top of his head. He sprouted a mound that looked like a unicorn horn.  When Winston bumped into it, it exploded in a mass of puss and blood.  Another trip to vet, this time ours.

With the sore cleaned and flushed, it healed and everything went well.

In the photo Syd is wearing my husbands Oregon State University hat.

When cancer took Winston from us at 12 years of age, Ophelia came into our lives.  At the time Syd was eleven.  He despised Ophelia for the first three months they were together.

Lady Shakespeare’s Ophelia’s story will be next.

Below is Winston and Sydney.

 

 

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How my love affair with basset hounds began.

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I’ve always had pets. The earliest dog I remember is Curly, a spaniel mix.  When Jeff and I married we had  Linus, Woodstock and Gus. There have been cats too.  We fell in love with Manx cats when good friends gave us one from a litter. But I’ve never been so totally owned by a dog until basset hounds came into my life.

Winston was a birthday gift to me from my husband. At that time I knew next to nothing about basset hounds.  I simply thought basset hound puppies were the most adorable creatures, with their long ears, beautiful brown eyes and comical way of moving. And yes, Winston was all that.  He was also stubborn, opinionated and ruled by his nose.  I loved him dearly.

I remember him sitting in the front yard and howling because somewhere in the ten or so miles, or even more area surrounding us a female was in heat.

Plans were made right after for neutering.

The day before the scheduled procedure I was walking Winston when a pickup pulled up beside us. A guy rolled down the window and asked,”Do you want to put a smile on that dog’s face?”

It seems he was looking for a male to mate his basset, Dolly with.  This was before I became involved with basset hound rescue and became aware of back yard breeding.

I agreed to wait for a short while before having Winston altered.

Dolly’s mama came to the house, looked over Winston and agreed he was a very handsome fellow. As if I had any doubts.

The time came for Winston to do the deed.  For awhile there was some doubt that it would an accomplished fact.  Winston seemed more interested in exploring the ayrd and marking his territory.

Dolly took things in hand, gained his interest, and a few months afterward, six basset hound puppies came into the world.

We’d agreed to take the pick of the litter.

It was wonderful watching the pups grow.  We’d go to visit, play with them, and then go home. It was like being a fantastic aunt.

It became time to make our choice. An almost impossible decision.  Al the pups were to be in the running, but the little girl of the family had fallen in love with one of them and Jeff and I both knew that little female pup was off limits.

We let the pup choose us.  That is how Sydney came into our hearts.

Echoes

Something for authors to remember.

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Writers need to watch out for echoes — a duplication of words, phrases, effects, details, scenes that reverberate in readers’ minds and dilute the work. As an example: originally I’d written the first sentence of this blog as “Writers need to watch out for echoes — a duplication of words, phrases, effects, details that echo in readers’ minds and dilute the work,” but the second “echo” echoed the first and diluted the effect of both, so I changed the second “echo” to “reverberate.” In the same way, if you have two scenes that make the same point without adding anything new, then the scene is not only redundant, but echoes in readers’ minds, and makes them feel as if the story is going nowhere.

Sometimes, however, an echo can be used to good effect in writing, such as when you’re trying to play on a theme, but it’s especially effective in photography. A roof can be an…

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