August 20, 2013

Just not fair

We don't get played with as much anymore.  That dumb baby gets all the attention.  And I don't get to lick his dirty feet.  I also get told not to sniff his butt.  Well I can't help it that is where the most interesting smells are!  Plus he gets all kinds of cool toys.

I wish I could play in that but noooo

Mama says he will grow up and want to play and snuggle with us.  I guess that will be OK, that is the only reason I am letting him stick around.  I can always use a new snuggle buddy.

August 17, 2013

An update

It has been so long since I posted to Jowls of Fury, I had nearly forgotten about it.  Hard to believe!  Me!  The hound who lived for this blog!  Well, my life has been very hectic since our last post.  I've had a lot on my hound mind.

First off, we were all very sad back in February.  Mr. Beau passed away, he had gotten very ill right after his last post and didn't want to worry anyone.  Daddy was out of town and when he returned he took Beau to the dog park one last time - we didn't get to go, but it was OK, because Beau deserved to have that one time to himself - and then he took him to the vet.  That's where Beau went to what they call the Rainbow Bridge.  I myself don't like to think about it.  Breezy took it kind of hard too, she hasn't slept well since.

RIP Mr. Beau

But life goes on.  Mr. Beau was a nice older gentlehound and he taught me a lot.  It was later in February that we got a ton, and I mean a TON, of snow.  It was higher than our heads!  Daddy cleared a path in the snow for us but it was still not very convenient to go outside and do our business.

Next time, make the path WIDER.  Bassets experience road rage.

Mama and Daddy bought a new houndmobile, we were very happy to see it had a TON of room to sprawl out.  That way we didn't have to hit each other in the legs while we slept.  But the windows are higher so it is difficult to look at the world going by.  Tradeoffs.

So much leg roooooooooooooooooooooom

We went to both our grandma's houses later in the year.  I always enjoy grandma's, because I get to see Max and Maggie.  It was about that time I noticed mama's tummy was getting bigger.  At first I thought she was just eating more food but she got really sensitive about me jumping on it.  Plus the visits to grandma's houses ended when we came home with a ton of stuff, and none of it for hounds.  Well, late one night Mama and Daddy disappeared.  They didn't come home at all that night.  I was very worried.  One of their friends came over to let us out and then put us in our crates.  Daddy came home the next morning to let us out and feed us...  and he smelled...  funny.  This went on for two days, then Mama came home.  Her belly had shrunk!  We assumed she went and saw the doctor about it and got fixed up.  But for the next month or so they left us alone a LOT.  Neither of them were working either!  And the both had that funny smell, I couldn't figure out what it was.

Well.  One day they brought home a new baby.  So that explains that.

You can see how happy we were

The new baby got all the attention.  We weren't allowed to lick him.  He takes up Mama's lap ALWAYS.  And he makes more noise than we do sometimes.  It has gotten a little better and Mama and Daddy are paying some more attention to us.  I guess it just took them a little while to get used to the baby.  He wakes them up every night to eat!  All he does it eat and poop and scream.  Like a stupid cat.

Yes we were all very happy to have this come to our house

So that pretty much brings you all up to date on what is happening at the Jowls of Fury household.  There are a few more things but I am going to let someone else talk about it.

February 3, 2013

A whole year

It is hard to believe but it has been an entire year since I joined the Jowls of Fury 'clan'.  It was a year ago today that I finished my long trek from North Carolina, where I had lived my whole hound life, to a cold, blustery place called Missouri.  It was a hard time for me - my former owner had passed away, and then the people who took me in after that decided they didn't want me and made me live outside for the most part - and then some ladies I didn't know picked me up and drove me across the country.  I was confused, and there was another dog with them - but I finally made it to Missouri.  That first night was a bit of a whirlwind - I met all the new hounds - and I had to get used to my new home.

Where am I?

But it turned out to be a pretty great place to live.  Sure, the new hounds were all pretty jealous of the one-on-one time I got with my new family, but they eventually got over it.  I got to meet all the new grandparents and puppy cousins and cats.  My new house let me sleep inside and I got to lay on the couch (I even got a sweet little ramp to let me crawl up there whenever I wanted to).  I got to eat all kinds of treats and people food and I got all kinds of attention.  I even got some surgery to take away most of the big tumors on me, which made it a lot easier to visit the dog park (a place that I love).

This calls for a celebration!

Over the last year I made a lot of new friends.  I would not have been able to get the surgery or get to be part of Jowls of Fury clan without the help of some great people at Cyberhound.  Now I wait for my mom and dad to come home so I can bark at them to make me some food.

Sheesh what does an old hound have to do to get some food around here?

It's good to have a nice home, and I'm glad I made it to Missouri.  An old hound gets to live out his years at his leisure, taking his time to enjoy the finer things in life, like eating and sleeping.  I miss North Carolina sometimes but Missouri is pretty good too.  Plus I get to visit places like Ohio and Michigan so there is some variety (it is the spice of life you know).

This was me in NC

This is me in MO

Thanks for reading my blog!  Here's to another great year!

January 21, 2013

Help me win stuff

First off, there will be NO photos of me in this blog post.  I am not feeling as well as I used to.  They have used some sort of plug-in drug thing to make me feel more relaxed, because they thought I had quit eating due to stress from the dogs.  Well of COURSE I am stressed!

Anyway - to keep things short - I want to win this thing they are giving away at  So I have linked it here, now keep your paws crossed for me!

January 12, 2013

The $125 fart

The other night Beau was acting sick.  He gets the lickies like Layla does sometimes.  Haven't heard of them before?  Well the lickies are when Layla gets a gas bubble in her tummy and walks around the house eating dirt and crud until she makes herself throw up.  Me, when I get a gas bubble, I stretch myself out until things work themselves out.  Usually I can do this without bothering anybody but sometimes I can't hide the fact.

What?  What sound?  I didn't hear anything

Well the rest of the dogs in the house are not so subtle.  Layla can't stretch as easily as me because she is so chunky, so she gets the lickies.  Breezy likes to pretend like she isn't gassy but she isn't fooling anyone.  And Beau is just too old to care.  But more often than not his lickies turn into worse tummy trouble because he breathes so hard that he sucks in a lot of air.  If he were to fart it all out at once it would probably blow the house up.  As it is he farts a lot and barks and coughs all at the same time.  It is not very endearing and he stinks the place up. So the other night when he started wheezing and his tummy was gurgling I thought 'Oh great here we go again'.  But instead he kept getting worse and worse until mama and daddy took him to the emergency vet.

I've been a lucky hound so far in life, I have only had to go to the regular vet.  The emergency vet sounds much worse.  We didn't get to ride along so I don't know what sort of torture they put Beau through.  But he came home good as new.  Daddy and mama were complaining that he just farted when they got there and it cost us $125.  I'm not sure if that is just a story they told to keep the rest of us quiet or if Beau really did just have such expensive gas.  But all I can think is how many treats $125 would've bought...  and it all went up in smoke...  sort of.

I think he just farted again