Famous Basset Hound Friday # 48

I must apologize for being late with our Famous Basset Hound Friday entry. I was all ready to blog yesterday and then mama sprang the horrible trap on us: bath day. And even worse, she cut our toes off too! It was just awful. We tried to run away and hide (except Beau, he liked his bath and was strutting his stuff afterwards), but mama closed all the doors and gates.

Then, to make matters worse, we heard that Nibbler was up to his usual tricks and we had to put a stop to it, stumpy toes and all.

Take that you mean kitty

By the end of the day I was just too exhausted to blog. But today is a new day! We got daddy up promptly at 5:15 AM to begin our routine! Going outside and peeing! Coming in and laying on the couch! Sleeping while daddy watches cartoons! Whining at him until he got up and fed us! Although today mama fed us instead because she was tired of daddy's laziness. And then we played some! And now we are blogging!

So... this week's famous hound has inspired her own cartoon! Her name is Gabriel, and she is the animation partner for Mamoru Oshii. Mr. Oshii is an anime artist, and he draws important cartoons about basset hounds. His most famous one is called 'Ghost in the Shell', about a basset hound who finds itself stuck in a post-apocalyptic world filled with cyborgs. Although technically it is a cloned basset hound, but we feel that is way too complicated and really, cloned or not, a hound is a hound.

We hounds are all business

Gabriel the hound in the anime cartoon is named after the real Gabriel, who is the inspiration for the clone Gabriel in the cartoon. Mr. Oshii is definitely a dog person, he likes to play with his hounds, which is probably the best way a person can spend their free time (besides feeding their hounds of course).

Not the best picture but a cool hound and her cool person

So Gabriel is our newest famous hound!

I did not need your votes anyway

As you all know I entered into the Mango Minster Contest That is Secretly Run by Cats. I did not win. I had some competition for the Bad Sport category, but they were all clearly inferior to me and should only be viewed as pitiful examples of cats and dogs trying to be bad.

They have a lot to learn. I can only presume that this outcome is one based upon the fact that the judge is a stupid dog. If I had known that from the start I would have spent my time doing better things, like cleaning myself.

So that has been my day.

It's my Gotcha Day!

Yup one year ago today I got to go and live with my new mama and daddy! I left behind the living in the garage thing, and got to go to a place where I got lots of lovins' right away. Daddy and I sat on the couch together and he petted me and told me how beautiful I was!

Yes I know, but go ahead and keep telling me

My new hound brother and sister were not very friendly at first and to be honest I was kind of mean to them as well - but it was a very stressful time and I didn't know what to do! Besides Rosco can be a real jealous baby sometimes.

If he sniffs my butt one more time I swear I'll...

But now I get to live in a place where there are lots of belly rubs, treats, Chicken McNuggets, and couches to lay on.

Unfortunately daddy has to lay on the floor.

I also get to dig in the blankets and hide from everyone!

I am invisible in my top-secret basset fortress

So it has been a great year! Plus I got a special nacho chip for my Happy Gotcha Day treat! So as long as the Christmas Pig Monster stays dead for the rest of all time it is smooth sailing for this basset hound girl!

Rescue Me # 5

As you all know we are big proponents of rescues here at Jowls of Fury. Recent studies have shown that 75% of all the hounds at Jowls of Fury are rescues. Technically 100% of us are because Rosco was rescued from not having a mama as good as our mama when mama went and got him. Well our newest rescue Beauregard reminded me the other day that we need to do another Rescue Me hound, since his story got so much attention from all our basset friends. He also wanted me to say thank you to all the people who have donated money to his Chip-In account. Mama and daddy are talking about taking him to the vet for surgery to remove some of his lumps so he won't breathe so hard when he walks.

I wish him luck with that. I personally hate vets.

Anyway, this week's Rescue Me hound is named Busby. Mama picked him out. And ohhhh my lady basset heart skipped a beat when I saw him. Being a red and white hound I am different colored than all the other Jowls of Fury hounds, and it sometimes makes me wish for another red and white hound to snuggle up with. The tricolors just don't get it. Well Mr. Busby is like an exotic foreign hound with his gorgeous mahogany coat! Plus he has very soulful deep looking eyes. Go see what I mean by checking out his page. He is a hound that is being fostered by Guardian Angel Basset Rescue, who we have blogged about many times when we go to their waddle.

Basset 500 hounds are the best

And I must say that while rescue hounds are great there comes a time when you can have too many bassets. We are not at that point yet here at Jowls of Fury but another hound might be too much. Still I am glad we rescued Beau, he seems like a nice hound for being so old and he definitely needs our love. I have not tried to snuggle with him yet though, I much prefer to lay on the couch with mama and daddy instead of sleeping on the floor. Hopefully his vet visit will make him jump better so he can sleep up on the couch with the rest of us (except Breezy, she does not like to snuggle - I wonder if she is really a basset hound?).

Famous Basset Hound Friday # 47

Well as you all know we have a new hound at the Jowls of Fury household. His name is Beau and he is an elder hound. I have been told we have to respect our elders.

I am not sure if I like respecting my elders. Right now my elder hound brother is going through my toys and getting his elder hound brother slobber all over my favorite duckies and tug ropes. He has taken my daddy away from me all the time now because he is stubborn and barks at him nonstop unless he is getting constant attention. I know he has had a rough last year and his Gotcha day was recently but I am a hound myself. We hounds need love and attention! Fortunately mama and daddy try and be fair and love us all but this new hound is taking some adjustment. He also doesn't want to run and play like we do, and he is very lumpy.

Anyway. I decided that maybe Famous Basset Hound Friday is what I needed to take my mind off these stressful events. And boy did we find a good famous hound! Her name is Maggie! She is an accomplished hound author, much like myself, who uses her person to help her write interesting work! She has a book with her face on the cover called The Tao of Maggie: The Sound of One Hound Barking.

There has never been a better book cover

In this book Maggie dispenses her hound wisdom in one or two sentence bursts, making it easier for slow-minded humans and some cats to grasp her meaning. She takes a very laid-back approach to life and doesn't let the little things get her down. She is definitely an inspiration to us young budding hound authors that are desperately hoping for a book contract someday. And Maggie is our newest famous hound!

Of all the dogs I hate this one the least

I could get used to this new kind of dog. He is old and decrepit! And he can barely walk anywhere without wheezing and running out of breath! He is like the Darth Vader of dogs, only minus the horrible telekinesis and noisy energy-based weapons! The best part is that he does not seem to be interested in chasing me. His body is riddled with old age and he cannot torment me like the other three dogs! Haha!

So this bodes well for me. All I need to do is find a way to age the other three dogs to the point that they no longer are able to chase me anymore. As I understand it dogs age 7 years for every 1 human year. So in the next year or two they will all be too old and decrepit to chase me. And then victory will be mine!

I am too old for all of this

What is this thing for?  What am I supposed to do with this little keypad?  It's sort of like the phones but it is on the table instead of on the wall and it has too many buttons.  Things are much more complicated than when I was a pup.  But the hounds and the people in this house tell me that I am a celebrity now and that I should write this for my fans.  I will admit that I may not do most of the writing, if I can get the dad-person to do it for me.

I suppose I should start from the beginning.  My name is Beauregard the basset.  I am a 12 year old hound gentleman who has been through a bit of a rough spot lately.  I had a person that I loved very much who passed away and went to the human version of the Rainbow Bridge.  He didn't leave good instructions on who was supposed to care for me when he left, and I was inherited by his children.  Now they were good folks but they were not hound people and didn't know what to do with me.  Enter the nice folks at some newfangled website called Cyberhound, and a couple of nice ladies named Nancy.  They organized for me to be brought to this new home in Missouri where I was taken in.  Now I am not one to be choosy about cheritable folks, but the hounds in this house are all young punks.  They don't know how good they have it.

Listen to your elders

All three of them are jealous of me getting some attention.  Well I'm sorry but I just got here, and I need a little extra attention!  I mean I have not received the nonstop attention I deserve for the last year!  Rosco is the youngest, and the only other boy basset.  He acts like every time I get petted by either of his people that he is being thrown out in the cold.  Layla, the bigger of the two girls here, has been extremely vocal every time I get petted and she also is very jealous.  Breezy is a very brash young hound who barks and howls every chance she gets and is generally a nuisance.  All three of them jump up on their people and make a big scene all the time.  In my day we hounds did not behave this way.  A few well-placed barks was all we needed to do to get the attention we wanted.  When that didn't work we sat patiently and waited for our people to call us and invite us over for some attention.  We certainly didn't try and help ourselves to their food, like Rosco did the other day.  If it weren't for my health and age I would have taken him to task by now, but I have lots of tumors and it makes it hard to move around like I used to.  And this house has more cats than I can count.  Only one of them has any decency about him, an older chap named Bunsen who has seen more than a few years like myself.

I may be old but I still know how to have a good time

But they have been nice to me overall.  None of the young pups have tried to challenge me, I think they at least know they should respect their elders.  The people of the house have been very kind to take me in, although the  dad-person took me to the vet the other day.  Not very many hounds like the vet and I am no exception, but I think the vet was talking about trying to make me more comfortable.  Like most hounds I do enjoy my comfort.  Both of the people in the house let me out when I need to do my business, and I get lots of treats and love.  And of course we hounds like those things as well.  Why just last night the dad-person and I took a nap together on the floor.  The young punk hounds here get to nap with their people on the couch.  I am not in the kind of shape that will let me get up on the couch anymore, but it sure is nice to have them lay down with me.  Plus I have my old crate and a new food dish, so I am ready to go at this new house.  It's nice to meet people who want to take care of us older hounds.

Super Beau Sunday

So today I've high jacked Bunsen's Stupid TV commercial Sunday to talk about something called the "Superbowl." It happens once a year, Mama says, but I don't get all the hype. She says that men in outfits take a ball and run it across the grass and that it goes on for 3 hours. Now I've run around with a ball, even chased a ball but I can tell you that gets old FAST. I could think of something more fun to do for 3 hours, like napping. Now that's a sport a basset can get into!

Our friend Worm over at Life As I Know it: by Worm, the basset hound thinks it's called SuperFoodbowl Sunday. He says its where all of our favorite basset foods get put into a big bowl and we all get to eat it. That sound like my kind of bowl! So far tonight Mama and Daddy have had pizza with bacon on it and they haven't shared! So much for favorite basset foods.

But Mama tells me that today is special for another reason. Today is when we will be meeting out new foster brother, Beau. She said Beau is coming all the way from the East coast and that it's a longer trip than going to our Grandma's in Michigan. Wow that's a long drive! Mama told me that Beau is a special dog because his person died. I would be really sad if Mama or Daddy died. Beau's extended family weren't "dog people" and they didn't want him. I don't understand how anyone couldn't love a dog. I mean I'm the bestest basset in our house (don't tell Layla or Breezy). Everyone loves me! I'm sure that Beau is just as lovable. Anyway he had to live in a garage (kind of like Breezy) until Mama said he could come live here. Two nice ladies named Nancy are driving Beau so he can come live with us. So I guess for Beau today is Super Beau Sunday.

P.S. Mama and Daddy said because Beau is older he has to do to the vets for a check up, to get his toes cut off (because they are really really long), get his ears cleaned, and get shots......after that I stopped listening. Anyhoo this will cost lots of money and so she set up a Chip in for those who would like to help contribute to Beau's vet care. Check out the Chip in Link on our page if you want to help.

We won some awards!

Annie and Robin gave us some awards the other day!  We won the 'Pawsome Blogger' award along with the 'Liebster Blog Award'.  We would like to thank them both for the honor.  Now the hard part: we have to give the awards to more people.  These awards increase exponentially every time they are awarded, so at some point the entire blogging world will have them.

The Pawsome Blogger award has to be given to 8 other bloggers.  So...  here is my list of basset bloggers that I am passing it on to:

1. Gustaford F. Baros at Hounds About Town
2. Buddylee at The Adventures of a Lovable Hound - Where is Buddylee?
3. Floyd at Totalbassetcase
4. Droopy and company at Cheesehounds
5. Sissy at Don't Mess With My Tutu
6. Paul Newman at Starhound Blog
7. Stella at The Queen B
8. Hank at Basset Hound Hank and His Momma

The Liebster Blog Award has to go to 5 bloggers who have less than 200 fans.  Hopefully we will have 200 fans some day. Here are the 5 we decided to award it to, for links click on them above:

1. Gustaford F. Baros at Hounds About Town
2. Stella at The Queen B
3. Paul Newman at Starhound Blog
4. Floyd at Totalbassetcase
5. Sissy at Don't Mess With My Tutu

Famous Basset Hound Friday # 46

This week's hound is older than daddy. Well, he would be, if he was still alive. My guess is he went to the bridge awhile ago, for us hounds do not live to be nearly as ancient as daddy is. We are perpetually young and beautiful like Mama. His name was Fred, and he was the hound star of the movie Smoky and The Bandit.

The hound: the legend

Fred was the only person in the entire movie that had a normal name. Everyone else was named "Snowman", or "The Bandit", or "Frog", and even weird things like "Hot Pants". But this is definitely Hollywood make-believe land, because at one point Fred is seen swimming in really deep water. Us hounds neither swim nor "take baths" as the obviously non-basset expert "Snowman" points out in the clip at this link.

Now Fred is the hound who watches over "Snowman", who is a truck driver. This sounds like a lot of fun at first - a great big truck would make a great car ride for sure - but they are driving for 1800 miles, which is like the car ride to see our grandmas. But instead of ending at grandma's house, they end at warehouses. They drop off their load and then they turn around and do it again, with no grandma's or visiting with kids or chasing our buddies around the yard. And the whole time they are avoiding "Smoky", who is a police officer. So no thanks, I think I will stick to my normal car rides and grandma visitations.