Why I Support Basset Hounds
I made an important decision this week. When the moment comes that I move out of my sick apartment and into a place that can support a dog, I will be the proud owner of a Basset Hound.
This comes after an exhaustive search of low-energy dogs. Before I get into why I chose the wise and noble Basset Hound, I feel it’s important to mention the close calls:
- Pug: A lot of my best dog memories involve my childhood pug, Peter. As much as I want to recreate that magic, the whole anal sac thing was a real sticking point. I don’t have the whole childhood gusto that was necessary last time to clean up the foul smelling gunk.
- German Sheppard: I’ll get one of these but not until I have some stuff worth protecting. Like a family or maybe a vault full of rubies and other precious stones (except emeralds, I hate emeralds… and amethyst).
- Ibizan Hound: I can only imagine this breed originated in Ibiza – meaning this thing is way too party for me. I imagine me trying to go to sleep around midnight while the Ibizan hound is popping ecstasy with some club kids and dragging butt all over my carpet while listening to Darude’s Sandstorm. I just don’t need that in my life.
I’m happy with my selection of Basset Hound though, I feel it provides some real positive qualities:
- A Gentleman’s Breed: It’s a hound. Bred for hunting foxes and stuff. This breed screams class. I can just see me sitting by the fire sipping a B&B while extolling the virtues of another fine hunt. Every once in a while, I will reach my left hand down and scruff the head of my loyal Basset Hound – friend to the end.
- It’s the Eyes: A Basset Hound’s eyes tell an awesome story. I can imagine a Saturday where I’m hungover and watching Flip This House on A&E when I look down at the Basset Hound, also in a slumber-type state, and we make eye contact – at that moment we both know, this show sucks – lets see if Bravo is replaying Top Chef or something.
- Little Legs: I have long, human legs. I can wear this thing out on a walk in a second. The quicker we can get walking over with the quicker we can get to hunting fox or lazily watching TV on a rainy day.
There’s more, but they mostly revolve around me talking to the dog and the dog understanding. A real ESP type thing.
Man, I want a dog.
You won’t be sorry! I have two basset hounds and they are absolutely my buddies. They have funny quirky personalities that are a lot of fun. Don’t be fooled by their short legs though – they really can run – fast – and they do need daily exercise. The thing is though when you get back from a walk they wrestle with each other for a while (new found energy gained on the walk) and then they take a nap. They love food, walks, car rides and naps in that order.
Love them hounds!