"Poor" Ben has finally discovered a downside of being blind. He can run around in the yard, go trecking in the forrest, no problems. But this got the better of him.

He had just eate, but seemed to not be satisfied. He kept on searching for more. As he was becoming more and more frustrated, I was beginning to worry. Then I saw it.....

A kibble had "glued" itself to his nose.

Talk about the ultimate frustration for a Basset hound, smelling food somewhere but not seeing it.

House of Puddles

I want to tell you all about a wonderful place , House of Puddles,and the wonderful woman who runs it, Marilyn!

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" Who knew old dogs need their own retirement home? Think about it...
Where would you go if you were an old basset hound and your person was too old or sick to take care of you any longer? Where would you go if your person didn’t want you anymore because you had too many accidents in the house, or you were too sick or too much trouble to take care of? Where would you go if your person died?

If you are a lucky old hound, someone would contact basset hound rescue and a foster home would be waiting to take you in and care for you until someone came along who wanted to adopt you. But what if there were so many other homeless basset hounds that there was no foster home for you? What if nobody wanted to adopt you because… you’re too old? Where would you go?"

I`ll tell you! You`d hope this elderly Basset Hound found The House of Puddles. Marilyn has devoted her heart ,home and life to give them a wonderful home in their final days of life.

There are currently 16 seniors in HOP + her own 2 hounds, enjoying their life in retirement, full of love and care. The seniors average 12 in years!!!

This is what rescue is all about!

A lot has happened in my pack since January. On the 15th, the sweet, shy Agathon ( Mr A) came home. He was about as a-typical a Basset I have ever met. And he was totally petrified of cats. My poor cattetHound, Laban, couldn`t understand it. He wanted to be friends, Mr A cried and hid from him. But ever so slowly, Agathon has come around. He now likes his cat-looking friends and he is very slowly becoming a true Basset hound in spirit.

Then on the 25th of February, Funky arrived. She was supposed to be rehomed here last summer, but the then owners changed their mind.

I had heard nothing untill the 25th of January, and then it was really urgent. So I drove 6 hours in a blizzard, picked her up, drove 6 hours back.

Funky was emaciated when she arrived. But after 5 weeks of TLC and groceries, you won`t belive the difference. See for your selves:

The day Funky arrived:

After 5 weeks of TLC:

What did I tell you? Quite a difference, isn`t it?

The Norwegian Basset Gang

The extended Basset Gang

As you all can see, I have seriously neglected my blog for a while. But no more! A lot of things have happened the last few months. But for now, I`ll concentrate on now.

For the time being, there are 7 Bassets here now. Emma and Doris came to Camp Tina`s for a few weeks. It was VERY warm for this part of the world, 31-33 Centigrade ( 86-92 Farenheit) so the Extended Gang only "awoke" for playtime as the sun set, late in the evening.



I tell you all, to walk all 7 in the forrest is a challenge. But I think we made it look good after a little while

A little rearranging.....
Coming down.....

I am proud of The Gang