Category Archives: Hounds

Big Voice

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Goose arriyed here at his forever home at around 2:30 this afternoon. His wonderful transport man, who brought him from Knoxville to Cookeville, said Goose was completely quiet and all calm and everything the whole trip. He was completely quiet with us all the way back to Hermitage too.

Finally, when I was just thinking maybe he would never utter a peep, some people drove up to a house on the other side of the creek in the back.

Then … Goose found his voice. Let's just say we may have to rename him … "Bay" or "The Unholy Howler" or "The Howling" or "He Whose Voice is Far Bigger Than His Body" or "Goosebumps" … you see the theme. I'm not good at creating names.

At any rate, here's "Goose: The First Howling." [Speakers on lowest level, you've been warned.] Enjoy!

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 26, 2016

Royal Conversation

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His Imperial Majesty, #IAmTheRoux, is the King of the Castle, but Queen of Our Hearts Sascha knows better. Here, we eavesdrop on one of their conversations, in which She Who is Not Amused puts the Royal Loudmouth quite in his place, while the Court Jester Bosco and we, the house churls, keep our mouths shut. You can see how he bows to her at the end. She wins the argument by shutting him up. Just a rainy Saturday afternoon at the Royal Basset Demesne at Saddlebrooke.

Posted by Steve Pollock on Saturday, March 12, 2016

Puppie Hood

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From April 2007: While the boys were still living at home with mommy. Ginger occasionally thought they were playthings and got a little rough. Here, Fergus gets very angry with Mom for rough play. However, he did learn skills which he now employs readily against the Bassets in the house. Ferga Beagle can hold his own, thanks to mom. (They were four or five weeks old at this point.)

Posted by Steve Pollock on Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Sunbath for Sascha

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Her Highness Sascha, Queen of Our Hearts, enjoys the sun of a day filled with early spring promise. Of course, the Royal…

Posted by Steve Pollock on Monday, February 29, 2016

I Am The Roux!

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I Am The Roux.

I am a loud basset.

A proud basset.

A messy basset.

A hungry basset.

A loving basset.

A force of nature.

As a puppy, I got lost and couldn’t find my way home.

I was very, very hungry. And scared.

I ended up in a sad place. The concrete was very hard.

But then someone saw my long sad face behind the chain link fence.

I was rescued!

Anniversary of Bittersweet Proportions

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Aug. 20 is always bittersweet now; not only is it Bayley’s birthday, but we also lost Fred on this day two years ago. Time always plays with my head; Bayley’s 20 years seems a very long time, but so does the last two years. An aggressive, fast-moving cancer robbed us of Fred-Fred, who was just 5. That was a Very. Bad. Day.

Strange how the furry, messy, loud, attention-hogging, walking stomachs get under your skin. Yes, “only” dogs. But they have a very special power to enrich and bless your life. Difficult and silly to explain and it’s different with people and all that but there it is.

We miss Fred and Bayley … lots, especially on this double anniversary. Still, no rest for the wicked—Fred’s brothers, Feargal and Fergus, are still going Beagle strong at 7-and-a-half and of course His Majesty The Roux has thoroughly Basset-ized the place. And we wouldn’t have it any other way.

Four Years On

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Four years ago this afternoon, we lost our beloved Bayley Murphey Beagle. It still hurts and I cried. We miss him loads still; even though the three beagle brothers do fill up the space, there will probably always remain an empty hole in our lives that used to be occupied by Bayley. He does continue to fill our hearts, so that’s at least something.

Nothing to See Here

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News in this neck of the woods is pretty mundane:

More beagle escapes (fifth, I think), necessitating the expenditure and labor of putting up a new chain link fence to isolate half of the backyard.

Application almost complete for Vanderbilt’s special ed master’s program.

Storm front moved through today; several thousand people just south of us without power, high winds, but no tornadoes or thunder. Oklahoma City hit; Lone Grove smacked, with eight dead.

That is all.