introductions

ok, so L. still refuses to participate in the blogging fun. what, is she in the Witness Protection Program or something? my peeps say no, but i'm starting to wonder...

so if L. won't come to the blog, the blog will come to her. i will step up and tell her story! it's not like she's copyrighted it.

L. is a French femme fatale (or so she likes to think - ha! if i tell the story, i can edit the story!!) & by my game, an older woman. she came to our peeps a whole 2 1/2 years before me, so i do concede to her game of "i'm the alpha dog here"...most of the time!

L. came on the scene in '01, after the terrible loss of my big canine brother Bubba (he's a total legend around here, do NOT get them started) at a young age. mom took Bubba's medication stockpile back to the vet about 2 months after he was gone, & the vet asked if she had considered getting another dog. mom was caught off guard a bit, because the answer really was no, but she has a heart for all things unwanted, so she listened to the vet's story.

one of the other owners who brought her dogs to the vet had a daughter & grandson, owners of a young basset. they were searching for a home because the grandson had developed an allergy to dogs. mom also has a weak spot for basset hounds, so she took the gal's number and ran the story by dad. after a series of phone calls to this family, it was determined they would go & meet L., just to see...

the children went along --- BIG MISTAKE! that turned a look-see into a take-home!

now to hear L.'s side, she was none too happy about this new thing. she had been rescued by this gal from a miserable existence - outdoor pen & leash, no cushy beds, no table droppin's. Total L. h*ll, if you catch my drift. The gal & her boy took L. into a new dimension of people furniture & counter cruising. she was SPOILED! Rotten. sadly, in 6 short months the boy became increasingly ill and in her short 1.5 year life, L. was again on the move to a new home.

mom says it was like living with a dog that had had a lobotomy for the first 4 months! L. showed no emotion whatsoever. she didn't even respond to her name. sad. not like me, man, i moved right in to my cushy digs full on!!

eventually L. came out of her shell & started to be a normal hound. by the time i came on the scene, she had rightfully earned the title of "the Priss" - oh yeah, she sure is one! she does NOT like to get wet. if there is one solitary drop of rain falling from the sky, L. is back in the door so fast my fur flies. baths...don't even go there!

if mom turns her back on L. while she is in the yard doing her "thing" (you know what i mean), L. takes off on a scent (or pretends to). when mom calls her, she throws a sly look over her shoulder & continues on her merry way. Ooooo...you should hear what mom mutters under her breath as she chases L. around the neighborhood in her PJ's!!!!

if mom does the "catch it" thing - you know, holding food to drop into the mouth & we dogs are supposed to actually catch it - well, not L. she watches it fall, growls in my general direction, saunters over to it, noses it past me and my slobbering face, eats it in no less than 100 chews - all just to tease me!

if there is not enough "fluff" to the dog bed, she will parade around on top of it making all kinds of motions that look, quite frankly, ridiculous before she drops her precious backside down.

while i work (yes, work!) for my morning biscuit, L. just sits there -- and they actually hand the thing to her! (whaaaa??) oh, & if that's not humiliation enough, she then carries her biscuit over to me (happily chomping on mine), watches me eat it, lays hers down in front of me, & glares at me if i even dare to breathe! sometimes, when she looks away, i steal hers just for the heck of it!

oh, yes, that's our L.!

mom said she wanted a lazy basset hound...well, she got it!

sometimes i think the "L" really stands for "lazy"! but don't tell her i said that! wink, wink...