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Frieda, now Ruffles, is here with Ashton, our youngest. He is the one who wanted another dog in our family. She is so very affectionate and playful with everyone. Thank you for helping us find her.
Fred is doing wonderful. He is so awesome! Funny, loveable, obedient and gets along very well with my other Basset, Blanche. I am so blessed to have him. Since Fred has come to be with me and Blanche, he has truly blessed us. He is playful, loveable, funny, and smart. He has also gained a bit of weight so I am watching his portions and exercise. He loves to chase cats but only for the sport.
Floppy is definitely a character and brings so much joy to my house and to his brothers, Chubs and Jax.
Frannie is a hoot! She fit right into our family. She loves to sleep on the bed; she even gets under the covers when I am at work. Frannie loves to walk, which we do everyday unless it is raining. When she is hungry, she flips her bowl, which makes both my husband and I laugh. If she hears the car keys, Frannie is at the door waiting to go for a ride. The only thing she is not excited about is being on a diet. She needs to lose about 5 pounds. I think she had a pretty good life before she got to us, but we are happy to make sure her "golden years" are great!
I picked Fred up at the shelter on a Saturday just before an adoption event with plans to drop him off at his foster home. However, his foster arrangements fell through, leaving me stuck with one dog too many at my house and no clue what to do with him. My first impression of Fred was that he was the fattest homeless dog I had ever seen. It was obvious he had not received appropriate care for quite some time as he had a number of different infections - skin, eyes, ears - along with severe heartworm disease. However, he was just such a little butterball! The shelter staff and I hypothesized that he must have been living behind a Burger King and eating the nightly leftovers. He does seem to perk up whenever he spies a drive-thru window!
As soon as we arrived home, I walked Fred out into the backyard to introduce him to his new surroundings. He started bounding around with excitement and ran headlong into the pool without realizing it was there. Basset swimming skills being what they are, Fatty von Fattawich sank like a stone and I had to fish him out. He was completely undaunted by this event and resumed his "happy dance" the minute he was returned to dry land. The other dogs clearly thought he was insane; I had yet to rule out brain damage of some sort.
During the first 2 weeks, all Fred did was sleep for hours and hours each day. He had a skin infection that required multiple baths per week during which he had to sit with medicated shampoo on him for 5-10 minutes before rinsing. This became our "bonding time". He patiently sat and let me clean out his ears (which are still working out years worth of old funk), and didn't even seem to mind that his horribly crooked teeth and perpetually protruding tongue always cracked me up. Soon it was time to start heartworm treatment and the required activity restriction which, oddly enough, was not a problem for Fred.
As his health improved, Fred's personality really began to emerge. He spent more and more time snuggling with me and the other dogs, and would break out his "happy dance" every day when I got home from work. Usually a quiet guy, he started to give the occasional earth-rattling "Aroooof!" when he spied something he wanted (always food-related). He made a name for himself in the art community as one of the most prolific 4-legged painters of his generation (admittedly his art is produced en masse on my garage floor)! Above all else, Fred made it clear that it is almost impossible to feel down when you are cuddling with him. Never surly or snippy, Fred's emotions range from ecstatically happy to completely contented. It was clear to all that Fred had gone from fosterless hound to foster failure in the matter of a few weeks. Even his basset sister, Lucy, who was initially quite ambivalent regarding his presence, has taken a shine to Fred. They wrestle, snuggle, and waddle about the house together in search of food-related items. Quite a pair indeed.
So, the moral of the story is to keep an open mind and don't be afraid to share your love with a hound in need. He or she might be a little messy, or noisy, or slobbery, but at the end of the day, that hound will be there with unconditional love and his/her own little "happy dance" inspired solely by your presence. Not a bad trade off, if you ask me.
Submitted by: Sara Allison
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