Bentley and I were
discussing the Basset Hound breed the other day. I thought he’d enjoy learning
about his heritage as I brushed the usual ton of hair off him.
Here’s your chance to
be the “fly on our wall.”
Me: “Did you know that
your sense of smell is second only to the Bloodhound? I guess that is why you
are so busy sniffing everything on our walks.”
Bentley:
“That
is true and why you should never let me go out without a leash. I’ll be the
first to admit that when I pick up a scent, it’s total tunnel vision until I
discover the source or the scent fades. That could be a long way and then I’d
be totally lost. Of course, you’d be ugly crying. It’d be a bad scene.”