I had a Bassett when I was a boy in Kentucky. My mother wouldn’t let him eat inside, so when he was a puppy, on the really cold days, I’d pin his ears together up on top of his head with a clothespin, or else the tips of his ears would ice up while he was eating.
Whenever he got out he’d head straight upwind to the nearest female dog’s home.
Dumb as a stump, he was, but very loveable.
Whenever he got out he’d head straight upwind to the nearest female dog’s home.
Dumb as a stump, he was, but very loveable.

