Our first boy, Lambeau, made it to almost 13 years old. He slipped a disc in his back in April ’20, and I thought then we’d have to have him put down. Luckily, with a few months of laser treatments, he was able to get around on good days. On bad days, I used a towel around his belly to help him up and down steps, and so he could mosey around the yard and get his sniffing and tracking in. He passed away last month. I missed his presence so much — always at my side, in my business, with that Basset spunk and stubbornness. A few weeks later, we drove over four hours round-trip to get Beauregard Dandy. He’s now 12 weeks old, and simply a joy that has helped heal my broken heart.
We bought some steps for the couch and bed and hope to get Beau trained to use them to help prevent a future back injury. So far, so good that he’s willing to use them.
I grew up with a Basset, Bosley, and they’re simply the best dogs ever. We have two Cockaliers, and I love them dearly, but the Basset personality makes me smile.
(First Reddit post ever, so I hope I’ve done this correctly. I love seeing all the posts and all the Basset love.)
ETA: Pics — 1. When Lam was young and spry. 2. A week before he passed. 3. Beau at the vet, where he was quite disappointed he got shut in a room with me when there were people on the other side of the door who wanted to pet him and tell him how adorable he is. 4. Beau’s gardening skills need a little work.
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