I've got two Basset Hounds (brothers): Fredrock and Mr.Bernbaum.
Freddie's a star--loves to be the center of attention, and can take all the affection one could possibly give. Alas he's not the sharpest knife in the drawer, nor did he take particularly well to training (a very low threshold for stress) but he more than compensates with his sweetness.
Mr. B on the other hand is smarter (please don't mention this to Fred) slightly more aloof (though warming up lately) and dignified. He loves to groom Fred, eg.,licking the schmutz out of the corner of his eyes, and gently chewing behind Freddie's ears--this sends Fred into throes of near ecstasy.
They often move in perfect, parallel unison, sometimes resembling a droopy ballet: let's look there, look at Rick, sit up, scratch, lay back down ("Whew! That was exhausting!") . . .
Does anyone else talk insanely to their pooches?
"Hey, Mr. Barneybumbaum, banarnynarnynarnynarny!"
"Freddierockrockfreddierockrockrock!"
"You are the oops whose poops are stoop, your oops are very oopy. Your stoops are oop, poop poobiddy poop, oop oobiddy oobiddy oopy. I said oopay oopay, oopay oopay . . ."
No? Well maybe it's just me . . . but I swear they understand each and every syllable and giggle their butts off everytime I say this.
Rick |
