I'm not afraid of Basset Hounds
Last night at The Dog Park, I was attacked by a rather squat, long-eared dog. He sounded a lot like I imagine Barry White would sound were he a dog.
This dog, I'm told, was a Basset Hound.
He was quite a bit heavier than I, and pinned me to the mud for five minutes.
I didn't try to get away, because, frankly, I liked the attention, but I think my moms were a little scared. After all, Billy the Basset had a good hold of me with his teeth.
I'm sure tired. I'm glad they finally decided to wash my kennel linens.
Night, night.
This dog, I'm told, was a Basset Hound.
He was quite a bit heavier than I, and pinned me to the mud for five minutes.
I didn't try to get away, because, frankly, I liked the attention, but I think my moms were a little scared. After all, Billy the Basset had a good hold of me with his teeth.
I'm sure tired. I'm glad they finally decided to wash my kennel linens.
Night, night.