Conversational Tactics with Basset Hounds
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We go through this over a dozen times a day, minimum.
Doodle: Mommy! Peoples is here!
Me: No, sweetie, no one is here.
Doodle: I hears them, Mommy! Peoples right here, right now.
Me: Go check it out, no one is here.
Doodle: (runs to front windows) They's hiding, Mommy, but I knows they here.
Me: (looks out the windows, myself) Sweetie, that's going on at the neighbor's house. Not ours.
Doodle: I check anyway (runs outside to jump on Basset Rock and howl a bit)
Me: *eye roll*
Doodle: (back inside) I scares them off for you, Mommy!
Roughly every fifteen minutes for the next three hours until the school bus lets the kids off.
Doodle: Peoples! There's peoples here!
Me: Probably not, kiddo.
Doodle: (running around barking) Peoples!
Me: No, sweetie. No peoples. Just a vehicle driving by.
Doodle: No peoples?
Me: No peoples, Doodle.
Doodle: But I need lurv from peoples, Mommy.
Me: I know, sweetie. The neighborhood kids will come by later.
An hour later.
Doodle: (runs to me) Peoples? I hear peoples.
Me: Yes, sweetie, sounds like kids coming up the driveway.
Doodle: Peoples, it's really peoples? Peoples!
Me: Go on outside and greet them, sweetie.
Doodle: (runs outside and jumps on Basset Rock to howl at them) I here, Peoples. I here!
Kids: (waving) Hiya, Doodle!
All this enthusiasm is absolutely exhausting, not to mention disruptive as all hell. But somehow, you just can't hold it against him.
Doodle: Mommy! Peoples is here!
Me: No, sweetie, no one is here.
Doodle: I hears them, Mommy! Peoples right here, right now.
Me: Go check it out, no one is here.
Doodle: (runs to front windows) They's hiding, Mommy, but I knows they here.
Me: (looks out the windows, myself) Sweetie, that's going on at the neighbor's house. Not ours.
Doodle: I check anyway (runs outside to jump on Basset Rock and howl a bit)
Me: *eye roll*
Doodle: (back inside) I scares them off for you, Mommy!
Roughly every fifteen minutes for the next three hours until the school bus lets the kids off.
Doodle: Peoples! There's peoples here!
Me: Probably not, kiddo.
Doodle: (running around barking) Peoples!
Me: No, sweetie. No peoples. Just a vehicle driving by.
Doodle: No peoples?
Me: No peoples, Doodle.
Doodle: But I need lurv from peoples, Mommy.
Me: I know, sweetie. The neighborhood kids will come by later.
An hour later.
Doodle: (runs to me) Peoples? I hear peoples.
Me: Yes, sweetie, sounds like kids coming up the driveway.
Doodle: Peoples, it's really peoples? Peoples!
Me: Go on outside and greet them, sweetie.
Doodle: (runs outside and jumps on Basset Rock to howl at them) I here, Peoples. I here!
Kids: (waving) Hiya, Doodle!
All this enthusiasm is absolutely exhausting, not to mention disruptive as all hell. But somehow, you just can't hold it against him.
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Date: 2010-05-02 10:05 pm (UTC)We had a tossed-and-found dog at the farm in Tennessee for the longest time who did the same sort of thing. He may have been part beagle, or possibly part basset. But when he gave voice, you just KNEW there was a hound around.
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