I love this time of year. It’s finally warmer, although honestly in Florida it’s never that cold at least to a basset hound in a fur coat. Everybody seems to be in a better mood because they can go outside more often perhaps. And best of all, it’s balling season. I’m really not sure why they call it that because I never see any extra balls laying around, get any new toy balls to play with or even get extra play time using balls. But this balling season comes around every year around this time even so and I don’t mind at all.
I love to go outside during balling season. There is this haze that is the perfect shade of yellowy-green that seems to cover your eyes as soon as you step outside. I think it’s blocking the sun so that I don’t have to wear sunglasses. And oh the beautiful things you can see outside in this hazy wonderland including flowers with blooms of all colors, bees buzzing around everywhere and even cattypillars inching their way along the many paths we have out in our back yard.
And the smells and tastes that balling season brings to this basset hound’s nose and mouth are most heavenly. I don’t know exactly what all ingredients are mixed in with the three inch carpet of crunch that always seems to cover the grounds this time of year but I tasted black cherries, oak and pine woods with a touch of black pepper in the big mouthful I snorked up earlier today when we were walking outside. I tried to get another mouthful in but Mom made me spit it out and move on.
But even more fun than all of this are the zillions of brown squiggly ziggies that just randomly float down from the sky during balling season. As they hit my back and my tail and my ears, it tickles a little and always makes me smile. I also love the noise that I make when I’m walking through all the fallen ziggies that have gathered on the dirt with my big basset feet: crunch, crooch, crunch crooch. Aww the joy of those simple little steps and that beautiful musical symphony of ziggies and hounds feet.
And alas as always all good things do come to an end so eventually my mom pulls me out of the yard and back into the house. But even this, coming back in after being outside, is special this time of year. As soon as we go in the door, mom takes me right over r to the kitchen sink, wets one of my special doggy washcloths with warm water and proceeds to lightly rub me all over from top to bottom, head to toe, snout to tip of the tail. Sometimes she even adds some lavender spray to make me smell good, as if a basset doesn’t smell great already. She said this rubdown helps me not be so itchy but I think she just likes me to look and smell nice when I’m in the house.
Either way, it’s a nice finish to another venture outside for this homebound basset hound. If you haven’t tried it, go, now, before all this seasonal loveliness known as the balling season disappears for good!
Until next time, keep your snout up and your paws down.