Sherlock's Turn Today

.. This is Sherlock.. ( I call him Wigglie Worm HaHa ) he was turned in at 12 weeks.. from Levi Quebec.. He was a real sweetie.. shy with the other ones I had here as he was small.. but that changed .. They love him as he is quite a character..



.. As luck would have it.. a " Forever Home " presented itself.. My little Sherlock will have a big step sister a basset called Gracie.. she's 8 months old and needs a buddy to grow with and to play with.. The Mom is a stay at home Mom.. with two boys 10 and 12.. So this will be a wonderful situation for this guy..

I would have loved to keep him as two months with him has left quite an impression on my heart.. as well my personal bassets.. Hoover and Micky Mouse..

Sherlock with Hoover..



His death grip haha..



Hay wait..



His attention goes to Micky Mouse chewing a bone..



They will be sad to have him gone.. but I know in my heart as well he will be WELL taken care of.. and as this is my plan for all the bassets that Grace my house/rescue.. I could not ask for more..

Aaarrrooooo's To My Wiggly Worm Sherlock

Codder's Turn

.. Today is Codder's turn to meet a new prospective Mom in Ontario.. just outside of Ottawa.. She saw him on the website and found him delightful looking .. Her and hubby are retired so Codder won't be alone.. and thats the best for a basset as they LOVE their family.. and want/need to be with them.. at least till they mature around 2 .. they are more secure then but still want the company.. I hope this sad look turns into those wonderful smiles bassets have that are most expressive ..

.. So I'll be driving up to Ontario today.. in hopes of another successful placement.. its the goal of all rescues to secure their dogs with " Forever Homes " and stop the shuffling of these little Spirits..

.. Fingers crossed..

Edited To say.. He has his Forever Home.. Thanks Penny..

Lucky Has His Forever Home

.. Well the Lady just loved him.. She has a wonderful life to offer him in the country with her dogs Bouvier des Flandres.. He will have all the time in the world to play outside in and enclosed safe area.. as well a lovely home to stay warm at night.. a loving Mom .. What more could I ask for.. I'm happy for my boy Lucky..

Aaarrroooooooooooooooooooooooooo

Lucky

.. Today Lucky might have his " Forever Home " .. I hope so .. His life was nothing short of abuse.. He spent months locked in a garage.. in a crate muzzled .. only let out on newspaper in the garage to eat.. drink and do his business.. then back muzzled in the crate for hours on end.. The muzzle so small it grew into his face.. the owners showed no mercy to this boy.. he will bear the scars forever.. as well the abuse.. Why you might wonder.. well they lived on / beside the golf course so no yellow stains on the grass.. and he could not understand being away from family that " loved/wanted him " so he began to whine solution.. muzzle said the pet shop owner.. " Hey its a sale eh one muzzle not even sized " .. All Lucky wanted was to be with his family .. how silly was that..

.. Once here he has enjoyed the freedom NO MORE CRATING.. NO MORE MUZZLE.. he has found his voice and character.. he bears no malice where one would think he might after this long ordeal.. but doesn't.. He loves to play with the others.. and is gentle with the younger ones.. even protective at times if he sees things getting to rough and tumble.. Here he sometimes forgets his size and used Mozart as a bridge to follow another buddy in the yard..



Then he is very Welcoming when a new basset arrives..



.. I truly hope this Lady that is coming to meet him in the dog park just loves him as I do.. for he deserves nothing less in his life from now on..

Fingers & Toes Crossed

Lucky does have his " Forever Home " with lots of company.. and a great new Mom.. Bravo My Boy..

Shelter From A Storm

.. Some storms engage wind .. some rain.. even sand.. but the bassets that through the Universe's gentle wisdom has lead them here.. There storms are not so visible.. it might be no time.. it might be a girl friend.. it might be an allergy.. that sends them packing .. I'll never quite understand any of it.. I guess because I live my life with two feet engaged .. I can change my mind about a bedspread.. a color.. a car.. but never about my commitment to the little Spirits that Grace My house.. These little travelers through no fault of their own are castaway's .. like old jeans or shoes..

.. Bassets are resilient thank goodness.. they always have that heart beating in them.. their eyes tell their stories because they are so soulful .. I often stop to watch them rest.. twitch even smile in their sleep and I wonder what mischief they are up to. As I type 5 of them are here just napping.. Its raining outside so no fun out there.. The Basset 500 will have to be somewhat shorter today.. Its often funny when a newbie comes that has never engaged the 500.. they first seem guarded against it.. but once the game begins.. it isn't long before its full out .. I'll grab my empty paper towel roll and join in the howling.. they love that and stop momentarily to see if someone else has come.. To see its just me and carry on..

.. Yes these little travelers although come from various back grounds .. ages.. colors.. They all have that good nature in common... When they finally relax and realize things will be okay.. My heart sings.. for I know this port in the storm works for the best interest of these wonderful 4 leggers..

.. I know I can't save them all.. but those that I can.. You bet your cookies I will..

Aaarrrooooooooooooooooo

Billy The Kid.. Crossed The Bridge..

.. What a day this has been.. heart wrenching to say the least.. Billy was out of sorts last night he seemed real quiet.. did not want to eat.. I figured he was just having a hard day.. This morning I fed everyone as usual and Billy again left his food.. this wasn't good.. but I had an appointment with little Charlotte to see a possible " Forever Home " .. I left there made a quick pit stop to pick up some more Quilted Wall Hangings for a Charity Fundraisor then came home..

.. Billy was drooling and coughing.. I felt his throat I thought maybe he ate something while I was out and it was stuck.. No I felt lumps.. my heart sank.. I knew these .. I had had a weimaraner several years back that had something similar.. I called the vet for an appointment ASAP.. they fit me in today at 6:15 .. as I sat in the waiting room Billy of course attracted attention as all bassets do.. but he just wagged his tail a bit and laid on the cool floor as its quite humid here today. Well we were called in.. The vet asked so whats up with Billy.. I said I'm not sure he has swollen glands I think.. she felt them then felt him all over.. and I saw " THAT LOOK " the one every pet owner dreads .. Helen.. he has lymph node cancer all over him.. feel here and here.. My eyes welled up .. there was nothing to be done .. He needed to be put to sleep.. I was shaking.. how could this be.. he finally had a chance at a " good life " to only be robbed.. She said your doing the right thing.. anything less wouldn't be .. I looked at her and said okay.. Do you want to stay.. I said of course I owe him that.. It was done..

.. I said I'll be back for the ashes to bury him properly.. and left.. I stopped at the desk.. paid the bill .. went to my van and wept all the way home..

.. No one said it was going to be easy.. Rest In Peace Billy..

Anticipation

.. The gang is readying themselves.. there is a newbie coming



.. They cannot wait to see who it is.. a girl.. a boy.. old.. young.. There he is



He is cute and young just 6 months.. called Codder.. The gang loves him already.. Sherlock sees a new young buddy as he is only 4 months.. WooHoo.. The games are afoot..







Yup happy boys.. gnawing on each other all in fun..