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Vulcan mind meld and other basset powers

admin — Tue, 28 Jul 2009 15:21:03 +0000

Do you ever think you had superhero powers? I do. I can make things happen with just the tone of my howl. It’s amazing how people respond. When I am upset, I do the ” low and mournful” variety. When I am happy, I do the “neverending-because-this-is-too-much-fun” variety. I admit that I use these superhero powers to my advantage. I can make my mom stop watch she’s doing and sit on the floor with me and sub my ears or I can annoy her to no end when I want to go for a walk. I can also make my buddy Ben give up his bone when I get on a roll. It’s a gift that I was just born with and have perfected it over the years and now I am reaping the rewards. Some people would call me a stubborn, spoiled brat. I just call it making the best of a situation.

Make the best of your life. Don’t let anything hold you back. I certainly don’t. Being in a chair can be annoying at times but I don’t let that stop my voice from being heard.

Take care of yourselves.

Love, Winston.

Me outside our cabin in Maine

Water, water everywhere and none for me

admin — Thu, 09 Jul 2009 18:40:22 +0000

This is a quickie post for me. We are on the move. The lake here in Maine is stunning. I love to be in the great outdoors. Bassets are all about relaxing and having a good time. I am surprised that we aren’t Maine’s state dog. Getting back to the lake story, please don’t let your dog drink copious amounts of water from strange lakes. You never know. It’s like beer to us. Too much of a good thing and we might get really sick. Be sure to have some fresh stuff on hand so we can keep cool. I know it’s hard for some dogs. Lake water is awesome not only to drink but to play in as well. DO your best to keep on eye on us. We can be really sneaky about lappin’ up some of that good stuff.

OK, take care. I am on the hunt for moose.

Love, Winston.

p.s. Take a look at my archives if you haven’t already.

I miss my buddy.

admin — Sat, 04 Jul 2009 13:22:07 +0000

My family and I are going to hit the great state of Maine for two weeks. We’ve gone every year as a family and I couldn’t be more thrilled about it. The only thing is that my buddy Ben couldn’t come. He isn’t a camper. The quiet life isn’t exactly his thing. He is more of an explorer and likes to announce his arrival and the arrival of others within a one hundred foot radius of him and anyone he knows. Thereforre, Benny is staying at Nana’s house then it’s off to Uncle John’s for the remainder of the trip. It’s better this way. Ben is an older dog. He used to be able to take change much better as a puppy but now that he is eleven, it gets harder for him. There was no way that he was going to be left in a kennel. I really don’t think he would have made it. He goes on a hunger strike whenever he gets stressed. Being with family has helped with that when vacation time comes. I do miss him though. I’ve been a little mopey around the house and have lost my appetite a little too. Once we get to Maine, things will get a little better. In the meantime, my mom is going to take my mind of missing my pal by taking me on a nice long walk. Walking sure takes a load off my mind. It’s nature’s antidepressant.

Take care of yourselves.

Love, Winston