Soooooo   I'm driving home from work. Been a bad week, picked up an unknown virus on the home PC's giving a fake "Blue Screen of Death" , forcing buying a new desktop until my Nerd can sort it all out (been on it two days...........) Anyway..........

Becca calls me, seems she and her girlfriends found a stray dog and want me to help. I wish I could post pics of the, well, probably 120 or so pound guy, but again, the computers.......They walked the 'hood, noone knows the dog or owner, I get home, take it to the vet to make sure MY dogs don't get rabies or some sort of strange viral canine syphillis or something from this thing, and to check it for a chip, and I, bringing the dog, Becca, her friend and a friends daughter staying with us right now, tell them, "there's no freaking way I'm keeping this thing, no matter what, got a house full of guests I'm helping out, another dog is OUT OF THE QUESTION!!!!!"

You know what happens next..........Becca cries, her friends cry..........I get home I'm so mad I can't see straight and damn near crying over THAT!

So, What the Vet tells me, no Chip, GREAT! I think!!!! Wonderful! FOCK!  Full Blooded Basset Hound, Cute as hell, I gotta admit,
and growing on me as we speak. 3 years old at the most, not neutered, and perfect as far as coloring and demeanor! I mean extremely friendly thing and the cutest howl ever!

So I bring him and the girls back home. Tell Becca to tie him to the Pickle Boat's trailer in the driveway until 10 when they go to bed. Then, both my dogs, and my house guests 4 dogs are in bed and then you can put him in the backyard til we can deal with it tomorrow.

Tears flow...............so to shorten this story, here I am, at 11 at night, everyone else asleep, gotta get up at 2:30, new laptop in hand with a strange, but adoreable Basset Hound sound asleep with the cutest snore at my feet in MY BED!!!!!! (Never allowed that even with Moo and Ruger)

I think I'm gonna name him "Rooster".............But don't tell the kids, I'm supposed to be the prick in this....................Focker needs a bath............or is it me?............. Maybe the original owner will come forth and save my ass............

Ray

Thats Great, They make wonderful pets, I found a "Blue Tick Beagle" last summer up the river, Covered with flea's and almost starved to death, was skin and bones, was eating bugs it was so hungry, Well long story shortened, It's snoring in my bed as I type this, about 10 pounds heavier and growing and the best rabbit dog I and all my friends ever seen, (Her howl is funny also, sounds like she's being tortured to death) I don't shoot the bunnies but she forces  me to take her out and chase them at least every other evening before dark by looking out the window and howls looking at the rabbit fields. Her name is "Rivey" short for river dog. One of the best dogs I ever had.  Roy