Basil Speaks

I am not sure how many friends Basil still has. I have not updated his journal in years. Basil was my voice and he was once my basset hound buddy. He wrote many articles for a rescue newsletter under the "Ask Basil" advice column, he wrote my Christmas letters, and he wrote other silly stories when I needed to express them through a dog's eyes. I am saddened to say that on April 25, 2010, after battling kidney failure for over 2 years, Basil was eased into the Rainbow Bridge. I don't know what I am going to do with his journal. When I lost him, I lost my canine voice. I miss him a lot!

Cocoa is a Red Sox fan:

Mom has been playing this crazy game with us. It's called catch the crocodile, jump on top of it, squeeze it hard, kiss it all over its face, and run away. During the game she keeps screaming, "Crickey. Isn't she [(or he) depending which one of us becomes the crocodile] a beauty." She puts on this crazy accent, too; and, she calls us "mate." She is so crazy. We are loving it. It's a lot of fun (especially the part where she hugs and kisses) .

Mom says that she is playing this game because somebody important in the rescue world died. She said that he rescued lots of animals (not bassets, though). She said that the animals he rescued nobody respected. Since mom considers herself a rescuer, she says that she mourns the passing of this great man. His name was Steve Irwin, and mom says that the Rainbow Bridge will have a great celebration for those animals that were not respected, but should have been respected. Mom says all animals are creatures that need to be respected and valued. Unfortunately, a few people don't do that. I know, I was once a rescued dog. Mom rescued me, Zack, Cinnamon, Cocoa, Brie (our yellow cat), and Camembert (our white cat), and we love her for it.

 

Today's mom's birthday. She is preparing to take that pesky Zack to his training class. He is to graduate from Basic Training. The fool cheated, he really should be in advanced, but because he has socialization issues, both the trainer and mom felt that he'd be better off in basic. Mom said he was a star pupil. Yeah, Duh, if you cheat, you do become the best. Humph.

Mom is also sad. She found a movie that she made of that annoying puppy we have, the one we named Caraway Annata, aka Carrie Ann. Smack at the beginning of the movie there was Cinnamon. Mom misses Cinnamon a lot. I do, too. She used to police me around, but she was gentle. You can view the movie at this site:

http://www.bhrescue.com/Basil/CLIP0003.AVI

Carrie is trying to bite Zack, and Cinnamon is just watching.

I'll post Zack's graduation pictures later.

Today I am annoying everyone in the family. I just shake my head all day long: My ears are itching. I wish I could take a knife and cut out the itchiness.

Mom is taking me to the vet tomorrow. I am not looking forward to it. Mom seems to think that I may have food allergies and she is thinking of putting me on the BARF diet. I am REALLY looking forward to that.

Mom knows nothing about the BARF diet, I wonder if anyone can help her out?

My mom recently found out that one of Carrie's trainer's dog died. She had two dogs with her that night. Thorn (the bedlington terrier)is fine, but Bear (the giant schnauzer puppy) died a few days after he was returned from the Animal shelter. It was so sad.

Here are some pictures to get you acquainted with Giant Schnauzers and Bedlington Terriers: