A few weeks ago someone asked when we were going to post new pictures
of Dudley and Gary, our beloved basset hounds. I took some pictures but
never got around to putting them on the blog, and then I forgot about
it until yesterday when I got some good news from Derek Taylor, our
webmaster. Derek told me that in looking at the Topics list on the
left-hand side of the Keep Believing blog page
, the seventh-most searched topic was
Dudley. That made me smile, and then I remembered the request for more
Dudley and Gary take a break.
got Dudley on Christmas
Eve 2006 when he was only five weeks old and I
could hold him in my hand. We named him Dudley because, well, it seemed
like a good name for a basset hound. Later we inherited Gary from Nick
after he and his friends graduated from Samford University. I think the
essential difference between the two dogs is that Dudley spent his
early years (a year and a half, which is like ten dog years) at the
cabin in the woods while Gary grew up in Birmingham. Dudley is a
country basset while Gary has the refined breeding that you would
expect of a city dog.
Two very fine basset hounds.
course they both have long drooping ears, they are very social dogs,
they both drool and shed more or less constantly, and they love to flop
on the carpet in my office. And they both think they are lap dogs even
though Gary weighs over 50 pounds and Dudley is only a few pounds
are wonderful dogs and excellent companions. Oh, did I mention they
howl a lot? But that’s what hounds do. On warm days Dudley will roll
over on his back and sleep with his feet splayed in all directions. If
I say, “Let’s go for a walk,” they come running even when they know I’m
only teasing them. Gary loves to hide under our bed whenever we let him
into our bedroom.
Dudley, a country basset.
So here are the latest pictures of our two fine “basset boys.” Life would be dull without them.
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