That’s Sadie, 7 weeks old when the picture was taken, 9 weeks old now.
She is allowed to sleep on the bed, a privilege neither of our other dogs gained until they were much older, but she snores and rootches and usually ends up in the crate anyway.
She does not like to pee in the rain and will, if dragged outside, squat for an instant then dart back up the steps and, five minutes later, pee on the floor.
She slept in my lap while I drove her home from the breeder listening to Back Porch Music on NPR.
She harrasses the ducks by tracking them around the back yard.
She’s a basset hound, and while I used to think that maybe someday I would have dogs of other breeds, in all likelihood, I will just have a lot of basset hounds. It is probably best just to know your type and stick to it.