‘Let’s get a puppy. I’ve researched the breed and they don’t require much walking. I need something more manly I can’t walk a hairless dog anymore.’ He said.
He does require lots of walking which most definitely was not stated in the original conversation. Si leaves for work at 8am and doesn’t return till 7pm so you can image who walks Wilf along with our Chinese Crested and a toddler who needs to be carried after 10 steps. Needless to say I love my life.
The great things about having a basset are that he is such a gentle giant. He’s stunning and so affectionate. He draws in the crowds who always have a Basset fact to share. He reminds me of a T-Rex with those little arms and massive head. Our basset doesn’t necessarily conform to the norm. Our vet said we’d never be able to let him off the lead in rural areas as his sense of smell would always lead him astray, which we do and he is pretty fab at recall, and the kennel he goes to have never before seen a basset that grazes on food like a little bird.
But we all know why I’m here. I’m here to talk about the reality of Wilfred. He loves Si and in all honesty I think he wants me out. Everyday he makes a conscious effort to make me pack my shit and leave.
He watches me plant something, waits till I’m not around and then digs it straight up. This is mainly my hydrangeas. He simply deheads my roses when they’re in full bloom.
If you don’t follow my Instagram you might not be aware of the clean freak status I am at. I have to hoover three times a day, wash the dog bed everyday and clean the skirting boards daily since having a basset. Being so low to the ground means whatever is outside will some be inside. Unless of course it’s my shoes then they are out and in the mud!
He used to eat Pidgeons (our Chinese crested) poo as it was coming out of his bum. I didn’t really know how to tell you that so I just thought it was best blunt and to the point! He luckily has grown out of this!
I like to be busy. I also like a challenging life. I think in a way Wilfred has slowed me down. I can’t focus on moving house or having anymore children because he makes the present so consuming and with gritted teeth I say he is a little bit like meditation. Yes I have angry days. But he’s so extreme in every naughty thing that I just laugh in disbelief.
Like the time he chewed through the house alarm at 2am and we couldn’t deactivate it and the police arrived. No half measures.
Anyway my point is Basset hounds are very much a full time job. If you catch me on the right day you can probably just have mine for free.