All posts tagged: basset hounds

In My Brain Today: Hanging with the Hound

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By Leslie Lindsay I really wish I had more to report today.  Blame it on the heat, because my brain is just not funtioning like I think it should.  Not that it’s particularly brillant brain in the first place, but the heat is really dulling it down.  The dishes are sitting in the sink a little longer than I’d like to admit.  The laundry has gone unfolded as it just sits in a heap inside the dryer.  (I don’t even want to turn the thing on to fluff up the garmets inside…more heat!).  And I really haven’t wanted to cook, either.  In fact, one night this past week I am sad to say, we had cereal for supper–although the kids thought that was great fun.  Today, it’s too hot to even go to the pool.  Instead, we are going to the library to finally sign up for the summer reading program, and then get hair cuts.  Because, who needs long hair when it’s 5 million degrees out?! (image retrieved from http://www.fanpop.com on 7.05.12) All I want to …

In My Brain Today: Basset Snacking Behavior

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By Leslie Lindsay Dog snacks do not equal affection.  (Just as love does not equal sex, nor sex equal love).  Lately this is the discussion I have been having with one of my daughters. Only  this one is short and long and wags a tail.  She is my dog-ter.  And she loves food.  A lot.  I can see the appeal: it’s tasty and it makes you feel good.  But I am getting tired of giving her treats all day long.  I am equally tired of hearing her whine and do her stubby leg dance near the pantry where we keep the dog snacks–and the people snacks.  She likes ’em both, so what’s the point in trying to differentiate the two? Just yesterday, I leaned down to Miss Sally’s level and looked into her droppy brown eyes, “Sally,” I began, “we love you, but love does not equal food.  You cannot get a snicky-snack everytime you want one.  I will pet you instead.”  To that, Sally just rolled her eyes (easy for a basset), groaned, and …

In My Brain Today: Bassets on the Brain

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By Leslie Lindsay I really don’t want to wear out this topic, but I think I am on the verge of doing just that.  I love basset hounds.  I love them as much as I love salted carmel mochas from Starbucks, rainy days, and writing.  I love them as much as I love reading and eating carb-laden treats like pumkin bread.  And I love them as much as I love Colbie Caliet and romatic comedies.  I. Love. Basset.  Hounds!  Sigh… It’s been a long time coming.  I fell in love with the low-slung, droopy-eared breed when I was about 8 or 10…my grandmother (who recently passed away) sort of introduced me to them by way of her Beagle, “Lil’ Son” (a.k.a Sparky).  Sure, I liked Sparky, but what I liked even more was the basset hound I spied on the calendar at the dollar store at the mall when I was with grandma, “Oh, that looks like Sparky, only with longer ears!”  She set me straight–or long and floppy–and told me it was a basset …

In My Brain Today: Basset Bliss

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Yesterday we were able to go to the elementary school where my Kate will be in full-day Kindergarten.  We walked around the building, checked out the library, art, music, and P.E. rooms.  Great school.  We got to take a peek at class lists and look into the “in progress” classrooms. Just when I thought we were ready to head out for the evening, something caught my eye: “Basset Hound Puppies for Sale!”  It was as if the home-generated flier was a marquee with flashing lights.  Suddenly, I didn’t care if my first born was headed off to full-day Kindergarten or who her teacher was…this was the “sign” I had been hoping and praying for since I was like…humm….8 years old! I slipped the flier under my husband’s nose, “Oh my…get a look at this,” I whispered in excitement, not wanting the girls to know what I was up to.  He flinched and quickly turned the flier over so only the back was showing.  He does not like the low-slung jowly hounds like I do.  The woman …

Begging for More

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I have been wanting to add a member to the family for some time.  My huband says, “no.”  My husband says they are “ugly and smelly.”  I disagree.  I say they are adorable and only smell if you don’t take care of them.  I will take care of them.  This debate of sorts  has been going on since my youngest moved from her crib to her big girl bed. And it’s not just me who’s begging for a new addition.  The girls are, too.  It would be one big, happy family.  And really, what’s a family without a dog?  My breed of choice is probably the #1 reason why he says “no,” that and the fact that he thinks the girls need to older to help take care of the dog –and then he’ll make a macabre comment–telling me, “the dog will die while they are still young and vulnerable.  Let’s wait so the dog dies when the girls go off to college.”  Always the realist, my husband.  I have wanted a Bassett Hound since …