Basset Stories pg. 2
We are everywhere.
There is definitely a difference between a person who has a dog and a Basset
person.
You can spot a Basset person right away.
They may be walking a Basset, carrying on a wonderful conversation with it,
or asking its opinion of something in a shop window.
Basset people can be rich or poor or in between.
They come in all races, all religions.
We don't have our own political party (unless of course you count the
Dopeycrats & Repawblicans).
No clubhouse.
No newsletter.
We have our Bassets.
It doesn't matter what color(s) they are.
They are our Bassets.
We take endless delight in the fact that they defend us from the little
birds
on the power lines outside the window, or the squirrels in the park.
We know by their bark if something is really wrong.
We can't fall asleep at night without the sound of their snores echoing in
our ears, and yes, we love them.
We are Basset people........
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If you don't want to be greeted with paws and swinging tails,
Don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you don't like the feel of a cold nose or a wet tongue,
Don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you don't want to step over many scattered toys,
Don't come inside because dogs live here.
If you think that a home ought to smell of perfume,
Don't come inside because dogs live here.
But if you don't mind all of this, you will be instantly loved when you come inside
Because Dogs Live Here!
(David Lester)
Treat me kindly, my beloved friend,
For no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me learn.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the worlds sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footsteps fall upon my ears.
Please take me inside when it is cold and wet, for I am a domesticated animal, no longer accustomed to the bitter elements. I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth.
Keep my bowel filled with water, for I cannot tell you when I suffer from thirst.
Feed me clean food that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding , to walk by your side, and stand ready , willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger
And my friend, when I am very old, and I no longer enjoy good health, hearing and good sight, do not make heroic efforts to keep me going. I am not having fun. Please see that my trusting life is taken gently. I shall leave this earth knowing with the last breath I draw, that my fate was always safest in your hand.
Author: Beth Norman Harris
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A man and his dog were walking along a road. The man was enjoying the scenery, when it suddenly occurred to him that he was dead. He remembered dying, and that the dog had been dead for years. He wondered where the road was leading them. After a while, they came to a high, white stone wall along one side of the road. It looked like fine marble. At the top of a long hill, it was broken by a tall arch that glowed in the sunlight. When he was standing before it, he saw a magnificent gate in the arch that looked like mother of pearl, and the street that led to the gate looked like pure gold. He and the dog walked toward the gate, and as he got closer, he saw a man at a desk to one side. When he was close enough, he called out, "Excuse me, where are we?" "This is Heaven, sir," the man answered. "Wow! Would you happen to have some water?" the man asked. "Of course, sir. Come right in, and I'll have some ice water brought right up." The man gestured, and the gate began to open. "Can my friend," gesturing toward his dog, "come in, too?" the traveler asked. "I'm sorry, sir, but we don't accept pets." The man thought a moment and then turned back toward the road and continued the way he had been going. After another long walk, and at the top of another long hill, he came to a dirt road which led through a farm gate that looked as if it had never been closed. There was no fence. As he approached the gate, he saw a man inside, leaning against a tree and reading a book. "Excuse me!" he called to the reader. "Do you have any water?" "Yeah, sure, there's a pump over there" The man pointed to a place that couldn't be seen from outside the gate. "Come on in." "How about my friend here?" the traveler gestured to the dog. "There should be a bowl by the pump." They went through the gate, and sure enough, there was an old fashioned hand pump with a bowl beside it. The traveler filled the bowl and took a long drink himself, then he gave some to the dog. When they were full, he and the dog walked back toward the man who was standing by the tree waiting for them. "What do you call this place?" the traveler asked. "This is Heaven," was the answer. "Well, that's confusing," the traveler said. "The man down the road said that was Heaven, too." "Oh, you mean the place with the gold street and pearly gates? Nope. That's Hell." "Doesn't it make you mad for them to use your name like that?" "No. I can see how you might think so, but we're just happy that they screen out the folks who'll leave their best friends behind."
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He's just my dog. He is my other eyes that can see above the clouds; my other ears that hear above the winds.
He has told me more than a thousand times over that I am his reason for being -- by the way he rests against my leg, by the way he thumps his tail at my smallest smile, by the way he shows his hurt when I leave without taking him. (I think it makes him sick with worry when he is not along to care for me).
When I am wrong, he is delighted to forgive.
When I am angry he clowns to make me smile
When I am happy, he is joy unbounded.
When I am a fool, he ignores it. When I succeed, he brags. Without him, I am only another person. With him, I am all powerful.
He has taught me the meaning of devotion is loyalty itself. With him, I know the secret comfort and a private peace. He has brought me understanding where before I was ignorant. His head on my knee can heal my human hurts. His presence by my side is protection against my fears of dark and unknown things.
He has promised to wait for me ... whenever ... wherever... in case I need him, and I expect I will, as I always have.
Who is he? -- He's just -- MY DOG!
-- Author Unknown
This morning, I woke up and
kissed my dad's head.
I peed on the carpet and then went back to bed.
The life of a puppy, oh my, this is great.
Then I thought about breakfast--I hope it's not
late.
Mum took me outside ....... we walked for a while.
This never fails to make my mum smile.
I sniffed of everything, that we did pass,
I ate something weird - it gave me gas.
I'm sure God loves me ....... I know this is true.
He gave me so many great things to chew,
Rugs, plants or rocks, I really don't care.
What I truly like best is Dad's underwear.
That obedience book was sort of yummy.
Though it didn't sit well on my poor puppy tummy.
I threw up a bit but that was all right,
When Mum found it later I was well out of sight.
I made streamers of toilet paper while running at
full speed.
Mum is pretty quick-but I was still in the lead.
I flew under the bed and Mum flew past,
She stopped-shook her head and breathed, "You're
too fast."
Mum later phoned Dad and said, "It was
frightening!"
That afternoon she was sure I'd pooped lightning.
She sat at the computer while I chewed the cord,
She thought I was mad but I was just bored.
When Mum had enough, couldn't take anymore
That's when my tushy got shoved out the door.
I love it inside but outside is best.
Lay in the cool grass, and had a good rest.
That didn't last long there was too much to do
Can't quite remember where I hid Daddy's shoe.
I found an old bone and scratched at a flea,
I watched the dumb squirrels as they jumped in a
tree.
I barked at the kids when they got off the bus.
I can't figure out why this makes Mum fuss.
I barked at the neighbour, I barked at the wind.
I barked and barked till Mum yelled "COME IN."
The sun dipped in the west-soon Daddy would come!
I sure love my daddy we always have fun.
I barked at my daddy then turned on my charms,
I woo-wooed "Hello" then jumped in his arms.
Sitting under the table - it's sooo hard to wait.
Daddy slipped me a goodie right off his plate.
I raced through the house, and scattered my toys,
Ricocheted off the furniture and made lots of
noise.
Mum found her purse - the one I abused.
Daddy let loose a chuckle. Mom asked, "Amused??"
I cowered down low I must be in trouble.
Dad said, "Wasn't MY boy it must be his double!"
Mum turned off the TV and said "Time for bed.
Dad said, "Let's go boy" and patted my head.
I got in my spot between Mum and Dad,
I thought 'bout my day and what fun I had.
Mum kicked out my bone from the covers below,
Then let loose a sigh-a sigh deep and low.
She gave me a kiss and snuggled me tight,
And whispered so softly "my sweet one. Goodnight".
(author unknown)
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