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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.