Almost every day for the last 8 years I’ve been left at home alone without the ability to get out at least five days a week and sometimes more. I call myself the “Homebound Hound” and I quite like my solitary life!
Don’t get me wrong, I love my hoomans too. They feed me (most important), pet me, play with me and love me. And I like all that. But I must admit when they walk out that door on Moonday morning I’m cheering inside. Of course I don’t want them to think I don’t love them so I put on my best sad hound look (which almost always leads to extra treats) as they are enticing me into my doggy condo. But then as soon as that back door closes and I hear that car condo door hit the ground, I’m celebrating my independence once again!
I guess I should tell you a little about myself so you can get to know me better. I am an 8 year old basset hound. I live in Tallahassee Florida and have two hooman pawrents. Both of them seem to work quite hard away from the home although honestly I just can’t understand what it is exactly that they do. Something about associating managed men that go to meetings in places all over the world or some such. Again, I really don’t know. But I do know that they are good pawrents, they take good care of me and they love me a lot. Of course, really cute snarky basset hound with a great sense of humor….seriously what’s not to love!
I live in what seems to me is a basset hound’s dream house. It has plenty of room inside for me to run my daily zoomies and has enough outside space to sniff around and track all those uninvited visitors like those large tail squeereals and Easton bunnies. I am an only child now and it’s not a bad gig at all since I get all the love, food and treats. Although I must admit I do still really miss my big brother Charlie who used to let me lay by him whenever I was sad.
I have three beds outside of my condo that are also all mine; one in the living room, one in what they like to call the “masters” bedroom although I find that term quite distasteful and one in the red room where my pawrents have some large machine that they walk and run on along with some heavy round doughnuts placed on a shiny stick and a really large ball that is too big for even me to play with. My pawrents use the red room for exorcisms but I’m not totally sure what that means.
I get to eat twice a day and eating is just absolutely the best thing ever. I love to eat and if my hoomans would let me, I would eat continuously all day long. But they say if I did that I would be phat and supposedly that is not a good thing. So twice a day I get to eat the most yummiest food in the world. It comes in a bag, is brown and has lots of pieces. Looking at it you might think it would be quite dry but I always have water available right next to my food so can make gravy in my mouf whenever I want to!
I have a whole lots of stories and fun tails to tell but I’m already late for my early night nap tonight; you know the nap before the big sleep that lasts all night. So I’m going to sign off for now but as some famous Arnold once said….”I’ll be snacked.”
Until next time, keep your snout up and your paws down.