The Prince

Where to begin... Beauford came home from the rescue April of '06. We (now defunct boyfriend Bill) and I already had one Basset, Longley, that we had adopted from BBR in November, '05. It had become apparent that Longley was a disturbed and neurotic hound so I decided having a house mate would possibly provide companionship and distraction for him while we were gone to work. (oh contrair) I called Arlene at Basset Buddies Rescue to discover they had a "gorgeous" hound that had just come into the system, had no foster home available and we were welcome to drive out to see him. We hustled out to the vet and sure enough, there he was, "gorgeousness" and all. He really was a beautiful hound, a bit "reserved" but I thought "Poor guy. I'd be nervous too". (oh contrair, again) I signed the papers, we popped him in the car and off for home we went. When one introduces a new dog into the family the best bet is to take them for a long walk together, sniff butts, do the leash dance, walk and walk and walk until it looks like all is well. It was on this introductory walk that Beauford presented me with one of his unique quirks. We had mosied over to the park across the street where the park district had dumped a truck load of mulch to be spread around the bases' of the park trees. A lot of peeing had been going on, a lot of butt sniffing, etc., but not much else. As we walked by the mountain, and I do mean mountain, of mulch all of a sudden Beauford slammed it into reverse and backed up the side of that mountain until he had nearly reached the summit, stoped and POOPED. I'm telling you, this dog was nearly vertical. I stood there in complete awe, mouth hanging open, expecting him to come tumbling down arse over apple cart any second. The only thing that came tumbling down was the poop, to land neatly at my feet. The only thing that could have made it nicer was if I had spread the pooper bag at the base of the mountain and the poop had rolled into it.