Are you looking for a sassy, independent senior Basset who is young at heart? The vet estimated that I’m 10, but I look and feel much younger. I’m Foster Gracie May, and this is my 411! •I have had several little humans (or “children,” as you call them) visit me, and I have reacted well to them. I have also done well with children at adoption events. I wouldn’t mind having a little human sibling that could give me lots of attention. •I would probably do well with an older dog (male or female). Sometimes the young pups have a lot of energy, and that’s not my cup of tea. I like to be the one who initiates the “let’s get acquainted by sniffing” custom. I get along well with my foster parents’ Basset Hound, who is middle-aged. Occasionally he does some uninvited sniffing and I get a little growly with him. But sometimes it’s important to keep a man in line! I give my brother kisses several times a day though, so I love him (just don’t tell him that or it will go to his head). •I’m pretty chill and shy until I want something, and then I’ll give you a deep hound dog bark and prance around to let you know, for example, to rub my belly. When I’ve had enough, I move away. I like to do things on my terms, because we all know the world should revolve around Basset Hounds. I consider myself a good communicator in this sense! •I had some cysts remove recently. I hate to brag, but I look FANTASTIC! Ill ask my foster parents to take some more pictures of me so I can show off a little. •I am crate trained, but sometimes a crate isn’t my ideal form of shelter. I will take naps in it, but I prefer to go to the crate on my terms. And I’m not a big fan of being in the crate with the door closed. •My foster family gives me some freedom with my sleeping arrangements, and I don’t roam around since I want to be near my humans. They trust me not to get into things or tear things up. •My previous owners left me at a shelter. I couldn’t believe it either! My foster parents assume my previous owners didn’t let me on the furniture and expected me to be quiet. I prefer finding a spot on the floor near my humans since that’s what I’m used to, even though my foster parents invite me on their human furniture. •I LOVE going for walks. Sometimes I bark, prance, or run to the back door to remind my foster parents that it’s walk time. When I see the leash, I bark and prance, and my whole back end wiggles at full speed. I walk briskly and I love all the smells of the great outdoors. Even though my brother tends to be the alpha of the pack, he lets me lead the walk. I love a good squirrel chase, and sometimes I stare up at the trees wondering how those little critters made it all the way up there. And how do cats get on those fences? •My foster parents feed me separately from their resident Basset Hound, because he has some food aggression issues. When I’m hungry, I go to my door and begin barking to let you know it is meal time. Sometimes I like a human to accompany me during the meal, and sometimes I like to eat my kibble in peace and quiet. I’m sure you can understand that! •I didn’t really understand the concept of playing with humans. My foster parents play this game called “chase” with their Basset Hound, and I was thoroughly confused by this process. Now I’m starting to understand that “chase” means we all run around the house like a big, happy family. •I can use the dog door like a boss. •I had a difficult time with the stairs at my foster home, but now I eagerly go up and down ALL the stairs. I had a little joint discomfort, but that has greatly improved. •Okay, okay. I try to eat road kill. But who doesn’t? Its there for the taking and it beats a bowl of dry kibble.
Posted on: Fri, 12 Dec 2014 14:40:30 +0000
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