Happy

There he is. The freakish terrier hound.

His name was Happy, a dog about a year old who was whisked out of a kill shelter in Tennessee days before he was going to be put down. But none of that phased him. He was a bundle of energy. That dog rarely settled down. And he would jump over our (supposedly...) Basset Proof fence without even thinking about it. Now me, I don't really like extremely hyper dogs. They get on my nerves. But I somehow got along with this dog. For the most part at least. It did upset me when he would get out of the yard and I would have to chase him down the road in the chilly air...

He also loved chasing the laser pointer light, which was a very un-Basset trait. This dog was play play play all day every day.

Yeah, he may not have been full Basset, but he was still really cute. Who could resist this face?

Not too long after he came to us, Happy left us for a new home where he could run wild and terrorize new people. Miss you Happy!

Shortly before Happy left, we acquired a new dog. His name was Delbert. And he was ALL Basset. All 80 pounds of him.