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Blogging Buffet: B is for Basset Hound

The theme of my A to Z Challenge posts this year is "Blogging Buffet."  In celebration of recently posting my 1000th blog post, I am revisiting posts from the past.  Today's post originally published on August 3, 2011.


Well, the vet called this morning (remember, this post was originally written on August 3, 2011) with the news that Lucy passed away in the middle of the night.  In her memory, I thought I'd share a few photos.

A photo from the breeder, taken before we even met Lucy:

Photo:  Lucy as a young puppy, with puppy food on her face and long, black ears.

The black face and ears changed to brown.  She loved her hedgehog:


Photo:  Lucy holding her stuffed hedgehog

She would always listen to me:

Photo:  Lucy lifts her head off the arm of the chair

Then politely ignore my dumb request to get off the furniture:

Photo:  Lucy rests her head on the arm of the chair and looks away from the camera

I'm still not quite sure why her stubborn naughtiness made me laugh, but it did.  Someone else, who shall remain nameless, endearingly dubbed her "Lucance the Nuisance"--but I know he didn't really mean it.

She was always game for a bellyrub:

Photo:  Lucy rolls over on her back, begging for a belly rub.

She loved to eat, and was delighted whenever she found food just ready for the picking:

Photo:  Lucy picks an apple off the tree

She loved to play in all kinds of weather:

Photo:  Lucy anticipates catching a snowball that my youngest daughter is about to drop


Her face lightened through the years, but she was still beautiful:

Photo:  White-faced Lucy smiles 

We had over six wonderful years together.  Good dog, Lucy, good dog!

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I'm thankful for Lucy.  When she passed away, I found myself dog-less for the first time in almost 2 decades.  That is when I became a puppy raiser for Guide Dogs for the Blind. 

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  1. Bassets are characters and full of personality. From your photos, I know you enjoyed watching her mature.

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    1. They certainly are, and Lucy was no exception.

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  2. adorable -... she was a happy pup evident of her smile :)

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    1. When she was a puppy, she would trip on her ears! Basset hounds are so adorable!

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  4. She looked like such a wonderful dog and friend! I like what you are doing now with being a puppy raiser for guide dogs for the blind.

    It must have been such a sad call to have received from the vet that day almost 5 years ago. Glad you were able to have Lucy part of your life for 6 years. We lost our very spoiled corgi 12/23/2014 from lymphoma (4 year cancer survivor but when it came back, it came back with a vengeance). We chose to be dogless for a year to mourn him, we are now in a position to get another corgi and I am looking forward to that day when we can welcome one back into our home and family.

    betty

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    1. It was a sad call, and so unexpected. She was being held overnight for observation while the lab results came in, but didn't make it through the night. It still makes me sad to think about it.

      I'm sorry about your corgi. Another dog doesn't take the place of the one gone, but can bring happiness.

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  5. Lucy was really beautiful and I love the photo of her in that chair! Her chair -- at least for that moment. I am sorry you had to lose her... but you have great memories. Thanks for sharing this.

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