Thought I should have a separate place to document the lives of our 3 boys... not the human ones, they are grown and moved out (ok, almost... one is lingering here thru his senior year. We see him occasionally). I'm talking about documenting the adventures of Roscoe, Cooper, and Jager. Let me give you a brief bio of each:
Roscoe: Affectionately known to us as "Ross", he is brown and white (spotted like a heifer cow) and about 70lbs right now. He loves to "talk" and has a sweet voice with which to sing. He came to live with us after our beloved Penny died in 2005. (Penny was our 14 yr-old Dalmatian) I had looked for months to determine what type of dog I wanted. My husband had his hunting dog (black lab, Beau), and I needed a dog who would get along with him as well as everyone in the family. SO, after much research, the basset hound sounded like a nice fit. I found Roscoe in the paper. A 6 month old basset needing a home. His first family adopted him from a breeder as a small puppy but found that they just didn't have the time to devote to him along with their German Shepard so they decided to find him a new home. We fell in love the moment we saw him run down the sidewalk, tripping over his ears, towards us and took him home that night. At the vet's the next day we discovered something we were not told of.... FLEAS. For the next 6 months we battled the fleas from hell (designated such by our vet who had NEVER seen such resilient parasites). After dips, baths, sprays, bombs, crystals, more baths, more dips, more sprays... we got rid of them. Of course all the other animals previously living in the home had to be treated as well. Beau, Rizzo the cat, and Snow the white rat. Ever flea dip a rat? That's another story....
Cooper: In 2008, we began getting 'puppy fever' once again. I don't know why.... Roscoe took us the better part of the year to potty train. Seems one of a basset hounds "qualities" is being potty-resistant. (This is what my pediatrician said about one of my sons at age 3 when he refused to potty on the toilet- I use the term because it fits with bassets). I found Cooper in the paper as a 7wk old not to far from where I work. Seems the owners thought "dad" basset was too old to breed with "mom".... Seems they were wrong. There were 6 of them. My son and his wife adopted one as well, his name is Ferris. (My grand-dog) Cooper was also rather potty resistant but after 8-9 months, he was doing well. He's very different in temperament as well as looks and build. He is tri-color and has such soft, silky fur. He is also a much daintier eater and even disregards a meal if he's not in the mood... very UN-basset like. He is long and lean and weighs about 45lbs. His bay and bark is deep and loud. We like to call him, "Coop-a-loop" and he seems to accept the nickname with a sort of pride.
Jager: Officially, his name is "Jagermeister" (Master Hunter,) after the drink. He is a black, English Labrador with a lovely pedigree. He was born on Dec. 31, 2009 and we had waited for months for his conception and arrival. We chose him after we lost Beau in August (He was 13 or 14, we were not sure, and such an amazing hunter), and he came to live with us at the end of February. He has grown into a sweet, soft-hearted, loving boy. He and Coop love to wrestle and play and antagonize poor Ross. Oh, and he's a great retriever as well! (Thank goodness, because if he didn't hunt my husband threatened to sell him on Craig's List and I would have been devastated!) J.K.... If he didn't hunt he would have been my most expensive house-dog-pet EVER.
Those are the boys... You'll see pictures from time to time and hopefully hear fun stories of their misadventures over the years! Ta Ta!
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