Basset hound recovering after eating 130 nails – Owner thankful hound is alive!

November 27th, 2009 - 11:11 am KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and hound eating nails haters! OMG! I cannot believe that a hound would even want to eat 1 nail, much less, 130 of them. Anyway, this story has been circulating over the internet for a few days and I just thought it was too yucky to post but I finally looked at the video and it worth seeing.


Ashley Saks couldn’t believe what she saw when the veterinarian brought her the X-rays. Her 2-year-old Basset Hound Roxy had ingested over 100 nails.

“I counted about 130, but I don’t know how many she threw up before she was taken, so it could’ve been more,” Saks said.

The unbelievable X-rays showed a clump of about 100 or so nails stuck at the base of Roxy’s stomach. At that point, there were already a few stragglers that made its way through her intestines.

“They put her to sleep, stuck something down her throat, and pulled them out a few at a time,” said Saks. “Because it was such a big bulk, they couldn’t just pull them out, it took over an hour to do that.”

Saks said she left the dog with a friend for the weekend while she was out of town and told her friend to make sure to lock Roxy up whenever he leaves because she doesn’t like being alone. But last Saturday he ran to the store thinking she would be OK to roam around by herself and that’s when she found the nails.

“It’s unbelievable she’s thankfully still alive,” Saks said.Saks said the nails didn’t puncture any of her internal organs.

More odd stories later…Love, Cat, Chaps, Emma, Enzo and Romeo

P.S. be careful who you leave your hounds with……

Born with a silver spoon in her mouth…

November 26th, 2009 - 8:08 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and silver spoon lovers……

I had to laugh today when Grandma and I were going over to collect Enzo and Romeo from my sister’s home. We were talking about Chaps and Emma and how they are so different. OK, we were worried about how Chaps would react to Romeo.

Anyway, Grandma had me laughing so hard.

She said, “you have to remember that Emma was born with a silver spoon in her mouth.” Meaning our family got her, not that her breeder had anything to do with it….

She went on to say, “Chaps lived in a pound environment until we got him. He is from the “streets”.

It does make sense. And we had such a laugh.

Emma with a silver spoon in her mouth. Grandma is so funny and cute! However, she is totally spot on! This is Grandma with Emma on the way home from TX to KY with Miss Silver Spoon..

teeter and baby emma

The Mayor fights for his rights. He is so possessive of his good fortune!

More silver spoons later…Love, Cat, Chaps, Enzo and Romeo!

Lessons Learned from a Small Brown Dog by Lois V. Lema

November 26th, 2009 - 7:07 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Giving Thanks Lovers:

I am so fortunate to have friends like Lois Lema. She is not only a wonderful soul but a fantastic writer. This short story about her dog, Miss Casey will make you laugh, cry, laugh, and cry again. Lois, you are the best. I want to give you thanks for sharing this on a special day. Thanksgiving 2009…….

This is Lois pictured with one of her dogs, not Miss Casey


written in 2007

It was November, 1995. As a federal employee, I sat home furloughed while the government fought over a budget. I was a non-essential employee. Talk about a huge blow to your ego. Non-essential. Ouch. This was bad….and now the entire world knew it too. Yeah, my self-esteem dragged behind me. So, home I sat with my new puppy. She was just a tad over seven months old, and she arrived with enough issues to make a doggie therapist proud. The shelter staff hinted at abuse. When I saw her sitting forlornly in the cage, I knew this swollen eyed puppy would be my dog. They said she lacked the ability to bond. I had seen that look before, in my own eyes. Together we could fill up a week of tabloid TV with our combined issues.

Out of the blue, a friend called and offering an opportunity for my self-esteem to heal. Recently remarried, she had settled on an island off the coast of Maine. Would I be interested in visiting? Given my non-essential status, I said yes. My trusty junker of a car was loaded and we were on the way. I was unprepared for the anxiety of driving to make a ferry. Road rage is definitely a result of driving 400 miles to make a boat. Finally, we entered Maine. Thank God! The dog had now vomited in five states. The engine sounded wheezy, and the temperature gauge needle was living in the next gauge. Stressed doesn’t begin to describe my emotional state. Fortunately, we arrived in time for the final boat run of the day. Again, we thanked God. Off I went, lugging enough gear for an expedition (well it could be cold, it was November and Maine is just south of the Arctic Circle ).

Soon, the nautical version of “all aboard” was announced. Now came the hard part, convincing the puppy that her retriever background meant she liked boating. She looked at me with eyes full of disbelief. The ferry was crowded. Our destination, Long Island , was the third stop. At the second stop, someone said that it was Long Island . Okay, they changed the stop number. Do I get off or stay on board? What if it’s just someone playing games with me? (I am a cynical New Yorker).

Sucking up my issues, I left the safety of the ferry. The dock is pretty damn dark. And cold. No one even vaguely resembles my friend. Oh, and the ferry just pulled away. Soon, there are just three people (me and a newlywed couple) and a dog on the dock. To make the evening more special…it starts to rain. We all stand awkwardly on the dock.

Suddenly, an exhaust challenged car roars out of the darkness. The driver steps out and drops the tailgate of an ancient station wagon. It’s an older woman who could BE the stereotypical Maine resident…numerous clothing layers, LL Bean boots and rugged good looks. Her accent is thick, or perhaps my ears had just frozen. Either way, it is difficult to understand what she is saying. The three of us pile into the wagon. At least, we are getting off the dock….and hopefully into a warm house….and at this point, whose didn’t matter. We careen wildly down roads known but to God and this woman. I found myself glancing over to the couple. They in turn stare back with eyes that resemble Bambi’s in the headlights. The dog slept.

The wagon stops in front of a house. Luggage is tossed from the rear of the wagon. “Well, ain’t ya getting out?” she inquires. The three of us look at each other. We have no idea whose stop this is. For all we know, this could be the Maine version of the “Bates Motel”. “You with the dog, let’s go, ” a voice bellows. I leave the relative safety of the car. I see my friend. She looks the same, only maybe a little older, grayer and heavier. But hey, don’t we all. After homemade soup and bread, I stumble off to sleep.

I awake to sounds of water. …….really close water. The beach is right outside my window. It was like living in a postcard. While slurping coffee, I put the dog outside. My friend reassures me…”the yard is fenced, don’t worry.” So, I don’t. When I go to let the dog in, all I find is a nicely dug hole under the fence. “Maybe she doesn’t love me? Maybe she isn’t happy?” All sorts of thoughts race through my head. I am crying over my failure as a dog owner and being non-essential.

Thirty minutes later, one very wet brown puppy is barking to be let in. I don’t know whether ot yell at her or hug her. Later, she is chained to the picnic table. How ever, no chain would deter this dog from her appointed rounds. Now, there is a chain & collar stretched over to the hole. And the dog is gone. Each of the doggie books I read state you must control your pet. At this point, I was so flustered, I could barely spell control, much less exercise it.

Off in the distance I hear a dog barking. I see her running like a lunatic. Chasing birds. Diving into the water.


She is swimming what can only be called doggie laps. I swear she is smiling. This crazy puppy bears no resemblance to the emotionally challenged one I arrived with. My anger left me. It felt so good to watch her run around. She was fast. She goosed; a slow moving sea gull. I was impressed, actually I was in awe. I think the gull was too. She dove into the waves and then rode them onto the shore. This was one jubilant dog.

Finally, she glanced up and saw me. Immediately, both tail and spirits sagged. She came sadly over to me and presented herself with a posture that suggested numerous beatings. Sighing, I told her she was a good girl, and it was okay. I gave her a hug. Her spirits raised some. I threw her a stick. She retrieved it. I went to grab it from her, and she pulled me into the frigid water. I couldn’t stay angry.

I was healed by this goofy puppy. I had been fretting over things I had no control over. It was time to enjoy life. This animal who had been so badly damaged trusted me. She was not concerned about what was on the outside. The inside mattered.

I learned a valuable lesson. I needed to decide what was essential to me. They say things happen for a reason. I think it’s true. I had been plagued by doubts about my sense of purpose. My past limited my ability to open up to others. The dog showed me it was okay to feel good and enjoy things. She healed me more than I had ever dreamed. Her lessons were life altering. It was okay to share your heart and soul. Trust wasn’t always something to be broken. Sometimes, you might get challenged, but you won’t always get harmed. The only way to learn was to slide under that hole in the fence. I learned from a puppy that sometimes, you just have to swim.

We played until I was a nifty shade of blue. Two days later, I was again an important cog in government operations. Only, now, it didn’t matter what the government labeled me. I knew I mattered and was essential to a little brown dog.

Now, twelve years later, we are both older. She no longer runs with the speed of a young dog. It brings me joy to watch her run on the beach and swim. It reminds me that when you love, it is okay to loosen the strings. She returns with a look of sheer bliss on her face. …that is a perfect match to the look on mine.


I think we are both way down the road to path healing…..We work around obstacles to obtain what is of importance to us. The path to healing has not been pain free…but the journey was definitely worth it. Will we ever reach the final destination? Who knows.. We might…or might not…that is uncertain…what is important is to know that we tried. We traveled way down that road…farther than either one of us could ever imagine. And we did it together….

Miss Casey went to the rainbow bridge in September of 2007……


Proof that Miss Casey could smile, it’s true!

Oh how this small brown dog can bring us all a smiles on this Thanksgiving day too!

More lessons learned later….Love Lois Lema

Welcome to Bassethoundtown house guests!

November 26th, 2009 - 3:03 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and House Guest Lovers! It is always fun to have family over for Thanksgiving. Here is our Romeo, the English Mastiff loading up for a ride to Kennel Kit Cat.


Folks this is a 5 month old puppy! He is my sister’s dog as most of you will remember. Enzo the pug was already loaded in the back and I did not get his picture.

Here is Romeo, fully loaded. I think he will fit even when he is full grown.


He is such a good dog. He watched me drive the entire way home! Just look at that face.


This picture shows again how big he has grown.


Well, Chaps is not happy and was actually kind of mad. I have everyone separated which insures no trips to the vet!

Except for Emma, she can venture anywhere she wants.


I will have a tiny turkey plate for everyone tonight.

Then we might watch GONE WITH THE WIND! It will be so much fun.

I bet I know what Chaps will be thinking….”Frankly my dear I don’t give a damn”!

More Turkey tales later…..Love, Cat, Chaps, Emma, Enzo and Romeo!

I am on my way to pick up my house guests…

November 26th, 2009 - 10:10 am KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and House Guest Lovers.

Thanksgiving this year is a bit wacky but I love it! I enjoy Thanksgiving just like the next over eater but this year I can kick back and enjoy not cleaning the kitchen! hehehe

Can anyone guess who I am going to go pick up right now? No hints! You have to check back!

So, go get that bird in the oven and pop back over to bassethoundtown for some fun blogging today. I have a lot of thanks to give…..

More thanks later……Love, Cat, Chaps, Emma and ??????????????

Basset Hound Rescue is Human Rescue

November 25th, 2009 - 12:12 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Human Rescue Lovers: I have been reading about this person and his basset hound gal, Antigone for a few months now. Antigone was adopted by her human from Guardian Angel Basset Rescue. Please make sure you watch the entire video which is about 7 minutes long for a very important message at the end.

More being thankful for bassets hounds later…Love, Cat, Chaps and Emma

I just saw the cutest YouTube…

November 25th, 2009 - 12:12 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellwo Basset Hound and cute Youtbe lovers! I hope this reaches you in time for your lunch viewing pleasure. It is so cute and about 3 minutes long. Why can’t people like this live on my street?

More cute tubes later…Love, Cat, Chaps and Emma

Your Facebook find of the day!

November 25th, 2009 - 12:12 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Facebook find lovers….

I was sniffing around Facebook and saw this. Someone posted this picture of someone else’s kitchen cabinets. Can you believe it? I don’t have any information on them other than the picture. If I see anything else I will post it. I am not a huge fan of cooking, but I would certainly do more of it, if I had cabinets like these! YES!

Kitchen cabs

What’s for lunch?

More Facebook finds later….Love, Cat, Chaps and Emma

And I though Emma had some mad skills when it came to nesting!

November 25th, 2009 - 11:11 am KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Nesting Technique Lovers: Meet Bessie! Bessie is the newest HopPer at House of Puddles. Turns out that Bessie is not a Sr. She is more like 6 years old. Too young for HOP.

Marilyn will try to place her in a home of her own to make room for a puddle maker. Can you believe how pretty she is? Look at that coat.

Marilyn just posted this and I had to share…..

“Do you have any idea how hard it is to nest in a toy basket?”


Especially when you get on the wrong side of the handle.





Marilyn, Alvin, Lollipup, Hasheen, Ricky, Lucy, Norman, Boomerang Jeeps, Hermey, Billy, April, Polly, Jasmine, Bowser, Daisy, Patty, Buttermilk, Jiminy, Cricket, Floyd, Bessie…
House of Puddles,
Frederick, MD


Did you guys know that Santa loves bassethoundtown?

November 24th, 2009 - 11:11 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Santa letters lovers! I am pretty sure that most of our dear readers have seen Santa’s offer at the top of this blog. Did you know that Santa and Chaps are very dear friends? Well, they are! Chaps asked Santa if he would send letters to all of the dogs and kids on his good list for him. Santa said, “of course I will!” Well, we have been getting some orders and Chaps wanted to show you the first one! We blocked out the name and address of course.


Here we show you the free greeting card that comes with Santas letter!


Now for a detailed photo of the front! Every dog or kid is on Santa’s good kid list!


Every letter is personally signed by Santa Claus himself!


Hey, it’s good to be famous! Like the MAYOR! He has friends in high places….

More about Santa letters later. Remember, 100% of your cost goes to the HoPpers! They are Santa’s little helpers! hehehe

Love, Cat, Chaps and Emma

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