My Story
It all started a long time ago...I was born at a breeders out west, in Montana or something. My first human friend, Mr. "M", had always wanted a basset hound. On his birthday, his kids brought me to him, here in New Hampshire. I was just a little tyke when I was adopted by Mr. M. His kids knowing that I was perhaps the most best deluxe one around, chose me. He was the one who named me Fred after the comic strip "Fred Basset". Many basset hounds are named Fred because of the comic strip.
My first four years with Mr. M were just wonderful. He totally spoiled me with all kinds of goodies, steaks, turkey, hotdogs... everything. We had a great time. But, he was elderly (in human years), and he got sick. Then he went away one day. He went to the hospital and did not come back. I was very sad, I waited and waited, but he never came back. Mrs. M then took care of me. But, I always missed Mr. M. I guess it became harder and harder for Mrs. M to take care of me by herself, being elderly and alone by herself and all. So she started asking around for someone who could be my new family.
This is how one day, Deb, who worked with Mrs. M's neighbor heard about me. It seems that there was this kid named Joey, who also always wanted a basset and had been asking his family for years. He used to bring home books from school about basset hounds and try to convince his family to get one. They were not so sure because they'd never had a dog as a family and did not know how it would work out.
When Deb heard about me, she told Sammy. He decided to go check me out. One night, without telling Joey, he came over and visited with me and Mrs. M. He looked me over all over, and asked Mrs. M all kinds of questions about me. Of course, I knew no one could resist me. Sammy and Deb decided to bring Joey and his little friend Kristen over and see me. One look at each other, and we were all mutually in love. I got into the car and we came to my new home, actually only about a half mile down the street.
The rest of the story....
I liked living with Joey, Deb and Sammy right
from the beginning (after I got over leaving the "M" house, where I grew up).
They
spoiled me. I got all kinds of goodies, turkey, chicken, cheese, chocolate (just
kidding). I love them, and they love me. I go everywhere with my new family. We all love
to go camping. We usually go in northern New Hampshire and Maine. Last year we went on a two
week trip to central Maine, to Moose head lake. I really had a lot of fun. I saw lots of
rabbits, moose and other animals. It was great. We also go on other short trips. We went to
Canada to Montreal and Quebec city last year. All the French people called me
"Hush puppy". Then I went to New Jersey to visit Joey's
grandparents.
I just started going to doggie day camp.... Imagine that. It's a lot of fun, and I play with other spoiled little doggies. I have lots of fun there.
To be continued....
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