It was a sad day at our house today. Chris went outside to say hi to the dogs and give them fresh water only to find that poor Reggie had passed away.
We got him ten years ago from our local pound. We were surprised to find a pure bred basset hound there, but we soon found out why. I don’t think that everyone is cut out to put up with a basset’s stubborn nature or tendency to bark. And trust me, when a hound barks, everyone in the neighborhood knows whose dog it is. But actually, he was a great dog. We got his barking under control and he was very, very loveable. Yes, he had a mind of his own, and some days I wanted to strangle him, but he was a legitimate part of our family. And dang it, look how cute he was.
This is one of our first pictures of Reggie after bringing him home from the pound. It’s crazy how dark he was.
How many bassets have you seen out in the woods? He loved to hike, and we used to have to pick him up so he could get over logs and debris.
Goodbye Reggie Roo. You were loved and we will miss you!
