Memorial Day from the backyard of!

May 30th, 2016 - 7:07 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Memorial Day Lovers…We had a lovely time in bassethoundtown and enjoyed our own backyard which Grandpaw designed and built.

This picture was taken in 2006.


It is looking so great and Daisy Lynn loves to lounge around the town!


You can see our wall is full of wonderful plants that have really taken off.  We also have new bushes in our barrels…


We had a grill out using the trusty mini George Foreman grill!  We love that thing!

Daisy Lynn was staying in the cool garage while waiting for her tiny piece of burger…


We also have a vertical ivy garden that climbs up about 9′ high.  Grandpaw started it about 10 years ago.  We just adore it.


The pavers and moss are always cool in bassethoundtown…

More loving memories of Grandpaw who served his county with pride and served his family with grace….Cat, Daisy Lynn, (Chaps and Emma ATB with their Grand Grandpaw…)


Bassethoundtown Walking Club 2016 Spring event a huge party!!!

May 23rd, 2016 - 12:12 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset and walking Hounds lovers…Yesterday was the perfect day for a pack of hounds to bound through a beautiful park setting.  We had so much fun.  Unfortunately, the Mayor Daisy Lynn Rudert had to stay home and nurse a sick paw with her Grandma.


Daisy Lynn has chronic interdigital cysts which means she gets what we call “meanies” between her toes.


This was the worst case yet.  I will blog about our efforts to solve this problem soon but for now she is doing better and on her 5th day of antibiotics.



I always get to the park about 2 hours early so I can set the place up.



Believe it or not a hound beat me their!  LOL – She was so cute and guess what?  Her name is Daisy!  This is not her Mom.  This pic was taken later and this Daisy was such a lover.  She came to me this same way and just put her paws around my neck and hugged me.  I love her…


The pack of hounds started arriving.  I counted 26 total!


This pack drove in from IN – about an hour and 1/2 away.  That is the Grand Dame Annie in front.  Misty the lace ear was recently rescued and you can see Daisy again!


The place is beginning to fill up!

Here comes Jackson!


From left to right…Maybelle, Bruser (the english bull dog), Roscoe, Hank, Sam the dog, and Daisy from IN.  FYI there were 2 Daisies from IN!  Wow!


Annie Alessandro came early and had the absolute time of her life!


We actually take up the entire shelter.  I put about 5 big bowls a water around because after eating wieners on a silver platter one gets a bit thirsty!

This is Sam the Dog who came with his Mommy Marsie, Daddy Tom, and sister Nosey!


Here comes Nosey!


Check these hounds out!
Meat Man, Tochi, Zane, and Doodle!  I am not sure who the 2 to the right of the pic are.  I am ashamed of myself!


Here comes Tater!


With his sister Cookie!


Dexter Wayne, AKA my boyfriend watches on as Molly, Maybelle, Cookie and Tater get some more wieners!  A pack favorite!


This could very well be a money shot! Tater, Cookie, Maybelle, Molly, Rosebud and Ellie Mae in the hound stroller!  OMD!  I want one of those.


Lets get a better look at this setup!  Wow!  It even has a cooling fan on the roof.


Then we all head down to the dog park on our leisurely stroll…


Another embarrassing moment…Who is this hound??? Love the chalk art that Judy’s granddaughter did!


Dogged determination to get to the best smell!  It’s neck and neck as Cookie pulls forward over Doodle and Tater!


Annie walks about a mile every day and can put some of us to shame.  She is an elder lady as well!


This is Misty to the right a very petite sweet lace ear!!! Sam the Dog is to the left with himz Mommy Marsie!


Such fun and you could really tell that the bassets were so happy.  They are pack hounds and really enjoy all the smells!  You can almost see them smiling:)


Here come one of the Daisies and Rosebud!!!


We got to the dog park and rested under a nice shade tree…I believe this is Daisy again with her Dad…


OMGoodness sakes alive!  Look at me in all of my glory!!!  I am in hound heaven and loving every second of it!


This is me and my boyfriend, Dexter Wayne.  Just look at his face.  His eyes are simply amazing.  I love himz…


Then we headed back to our beloved shelter #2 and had some fun gift giveaways!

LQQK – Miss Nosey won the tartan snood!


Annie showing off her mad sitting up skills for the group.  She was the best entertainment ever!


A good time was had by all…

As you can see, one of the youngest Miss Ellie Mae was tongue out dog tired!


I think some bassethoundtown walking club hounds slept good last night!

More loving our club later…Cat, Daisy Lynn (who will be at the next walk come hell or high water), (Chaps and Emma ATB running a rainbow walking club…)


Ozzie Doyle Unknown date of birth Rescued May 5, 2008 May 5, 2016 to rainbow bridge

May 18th, 2016 - 5:05 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset and Doyle Hound Lovers…Cindy of Jethro (ATB), Rugs (ATB), Ozzie (ATB) and Harriet have been bassethoundtown’s longest residents.  I started the town back in September of 2006.  That is when the Doyles moved to town and set up residence.  I think, from let to right is Rugs, Jethro, Harriet, and Ozzie.


Ozzie Doyle


Unknown date of birth
Rescued May 5, 2008
May 5, 2016 to rainbow bridge

Obituary written by Cindy Doyle, Mom to Ozzie…

Ozzie came to us through Basset Buddies Rescue of Texas.  He was tied to a fence one night outside of a kill shelter, along with another basset, Harriet.


He was heartworm positive so he went through heartworm treatment, was neutered, then I took him in to recover and foster.


Because of their age, required dual adoption due to bonded, and Harriet’s issue with not trusting humans, it made it difficult to find them a home.  After a year of trying to get them adopted, we fell in love with the pair.  So, we adopted them both.


Ozzie was a lover.  I called him my big white teddy bear.  He loved to snuggle and cuddle.  It was so cute.  His hair was thick, soft and shiny.  I was told many times that he was an unusual color for a basset.  I always thought he was beautiful with all the white.


He loved walks and laying in the yard when it was sunny.  He had a very calm and laid back personality and loved children.


We’re not sure how old Ozzie was but he was estimated at being 7 or 8 when we got him.  I’m sure they over estimated his age by a few years due to his light coloring and bad teeth.  In the end, Oz had knee and back arthritis.  But failing kidneys is what took him.


Ozzie lived a wonderful life and will be missed.  He is now at the Basset Hound Town section of the rainbow bridge with his brothers Jethro and Rugs and playing with all his friends.  Fly free my sweet boy.


Ozzie is survived by his bonded mate Harriet…

CBFF and Harriet

Thank you Cindy for writing this beautiful obituary.  Cindy reports that Harriet is doing really well, all things considered.  Here she is lying on her futon gazing out her window, watching the world go by…


I told Cindy to whisper in his long ear that when he got over the rainbow that he was to turn to the right and the bassethoundtown section was the third cloud to the north.  Chaps would be waiting…

Thank you Cindy aka CBFF (Cyber Best Friend Forever) for loving the elders and being such a loyal resident of bassethoundtown…

Love you…

More loving Oz later…Cat, Daisy Lynn, (Chaps and Emma ATB with Oz the white teddy with the lace ear…)

Human and Hound interest story…

May 14th, 2016 - 11:11 am KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset and Human and Hound interest story lovers…I just saw this come across the bassethoundtown wires from Idaho…Share time!!!

Katherine Jones Katherine Jones Katherine Jones / Idaho Statesman

Turns out there’s about eight basset hounds in the neighborhood patrolled by Buster, with his self-described old pappy, Walt Appel, at the other end of the leash.


It’s a good-sized neighborhood, given their multiple-times-a-day walks, with its epicenter the dog treat jar at Roosevelt Market in Boise’s East End; and it would be a pretty good sample size, what with the pair’s penchant for making friends.

Walt: “Buster says, ‘Pop, I make a lot more friends than you do.’ He knows five or six hundred people in this town and he’s only been here three years. …

“And I tell you, I would not have met 500 people here in town if it were not for Buster.”

And so, of those eight neighborhood bassets, there’s only one — let’s let that be indisputable — who is an author.


Walt wrote a self-published book recounting how a certain basset came into the lives of Walt and his wife, Christina. The sequel, when Walt moved to “Boiseeee, Idyhoe” after the death of his wife, is told by Buster.

Walt: “He’s a big talker, but he can’t speak, so I do all the talking.”

And typing. Walt does the typing.

“I’m his only typist. It’s me or nothing. … (And) since I’m his chief typist, he says I can add a few things.”

The result is part commentary, part memoir and part legacy — a humorous homage to Walt and Christina’s marriage, to the relatively “normal” pets they had before Buster showed up (by way of contrast); and to the adventures they had once Buster became a non-returnable part of the family.

“We got him from a basset rescue. My wife — well, we had him for less than six months and had to pay for two surgeries to remove foreign objects from his stomach; he’d eat anything. At that point, my wife said, ‘Why don’t you write all this down? Nobody will believe it.’ …

“When we had that second surgery, I said to my wife, geez, you know, that rescue outfit, they said they’d take him back happily. She said, ‘Oh my goodness, we can’t take him back. He was in three foster homes before we got him.’”

That was 10 years ago. From the outside, Buster looks like a classic basset, giving little hint of his obsession for food (or anything he thinks might be food) or his very vocal demands to, say, have his bed fluffed up, dinner served early or to go on a walk.


“Believe me, there are lots of people who love basset hounds, but I tell you, if anybody ever offers to give you a basset hound, I think your best answer would be, ‘Thank you. But no thanks.’ They are not an easy dog to live with.”

Walt says that with all seriousness. Equally as seriously, he reaches down to pet Buster, snoring at his feet, and Buster’s tail whacks the floor.

“He’s a good egg. He’s very loveable. Aren’t you, Bus?”

• • • 

Walt just celebrated his “snowman” birthday, which he illustrates by making two circles with his fingers and stacking them on top of each other.

“Because you don’t want to say that number. Whether you have to put it on your golf card or your birthday card, you don’t want to have to say it. …”

Buster, for his part, stands the requisite 14 inches at the shoulder, sports long silky ears that drag on the wet grass and then in the dust (necessitating daily washings); has short legs, splayed feet and a low center of gravity. As they make their neighborhood rounds, they’re hardly known one without the other.

“When you walk out the door, (he) looks at you: ‘You’re going to leave me again? I can’t believe you’re going to do this.’ Since I’m all he’s got, it makes me think, well, I shouldn’t leave him too often. So he goes with me almost everywhere. …”

They have their routine: Buster wakes up Walt every morning for breakfast. Sometimes at 5 a.m. and sometimes at 3 a.m.

“Whenever he wants something, he barks — mainly when he wants me to do something. … And if I don’t wake up when he wakes up, he’ll go out back and start barking. Because he knows that will disturb the next door neighbor, Karen, and she’ll holler at me.”

Walt laughs.

“He’s a very bright dog, believe me. But difficult would be the nicest thing you could say.”

Dinnertime is supposed to be at 5 p.m.

“He starts bugging me around 3 p.m. and then I’ll take him for a walk; that will keep him occupied — usually — then I just sort of ignore him for another hour. He winds up eating around 4 or 4:30. I keep trying to push it back, but he’s very insistent.

“Aren’t you, bud? You say, ‘Daddy — but Daddy, I’m hungry! I’m a basset hound and we’re always hungry.’

“He’s a character.”

Walt is a good storyteller. And Buster is a good story-maker. In his younger days, Buster had quite the long reach, making the most of his short legs and long nose. Anything set on a counter was subject to the “8-inch rule” — 8 inches from the edge — to be out of Buster’s reach.

“He’s unbelievable with what he considers food.”

Buster’s elderly legs can’t quite do the stretch these days, but he’s still pretty quick on the draw. The two hadn’t been in Boise for three hours when they made their first trip to Roosevelt Market. Two girls, one of whom had just bought a cupcake, wanted to pet Buster.

“We warned them about his foodie tendency. And the little girl, she’s petting him, holding her cupcake way out there — and he leapt up and got that cupcake. Poor kid, (all she had was) the paper in her hand. … They thought it was funny. We offered to buy them another, but they said no, that was OK. They got a good laugh out of it.”

• • • 

As Walt grows older, his thoughts about the future become more pronounced.

“At 80 years of age, I’ve seen a lot of people come and go. … I’ve seen a lot of people wishing they could get out of this world, but of course, they had no way of doing it because if anybody helped them, they’d go to jail.

“I like that at least a couple of places like Oregon are trying to make exiting a little easier. It’s just horrible to be old and not enjoy it and not be able to do anything about it. I mean, I’m not there yet. …”

Walt is concerned about the future of the world, too, and Buster has him typing a blog, he says, about “politics, economics and beer,” a political commentary on the state of the world. They started writing about economics, since that was Walt’s world (he was a “bean counter” and retired as president of Martin Marietta Magnesia Specialties), and they’ve since moved on to commentary about health care and the elections.

“The blog is about two years old now. That was mainly my idea, but I called it ‘Buster’s Two Cents.’ … That started … because I could see where the economy and all that was going — especially the 2008 big crash and all that terrible stuff.

“It didn’t affect me that much because I’m retired, but I started thinking about it and I realized, boy, if we don’t change something in this country — and the world — we’re going to be in deep trouble. …”

What Walt hopes for most is that the candidates, particularly on the Democratic side, will fire up enough people to stay involved and make significant change in the political and economic systems. Buster’s commentaries are quite detailed. Walt’s, too.

“We have some ideas. …

“And all these young kids, maybe they can start an alternative for independent folks, a real third party. That’s what we’re hoping for, right, Bus?”

The blog keeps Walt’s mind active, politics keeps him fired up — and walking around the neighborhood, visiting his granddaughter (and taking care of his basset hound) keep Walt busy and happy and healthy. (Watch Walt carefully prepare Buster’s three- or four-step dinner. He jokes: “And you wonder what I do with my time.”)


“(What gives life meaning is) family and friends. All the friends you make.”

And together, that’s what they make, Walt and Buster — a family, no matter what they say when they joke. Walt reaches down to Buster again, who raises his head and gives him that certain basset look.

“Does he ever look happy? Well, you could say placid. Or disinterested. Right now, he’s more skeptical than usual; he’s saying, ‘Pop, (I’m) watching the clock.’

“I feed him (in the morning) and then I’ve got to come in and rub his neck and scratch his head for him before I can have my breakfast.

“These dogs have a way of encouraging you to do things that you normally wouldn’t do. (Like) sitting in the chair before breakfast, scratching the old doggie. Right, Buster?”

Walt shakes his head and his hand runs down Buster’s ears.

“Yeah. You’re my buddy, no question about that. I’m going to keep you around as long as possible.”


Katherine Jones: 208-377-6414,, @IDS_Photography


What a great story…

More loving Buster and Walt…later…Cat, Daisy Lynn, (Chaps and Emma ATB still walking the rainbow with Grandpaw…)

Happy Mother’s Day 2016 from your Mayor, Daisy Lynn Rudert

May 8th, 2016 - 9:09 pm KY Time

Howllo fellow Basset Hound and Mother’s Day Lovers…


More loving Mothers Later…Cat, Daisy  Lynn (Chaps and Emma ATB sending their love to me…)

In Honor of Chloe & Lily – The Rudert Family Bench

May 7th, 2016 - 6:06 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and tribute bench lovers.  As many of the residents know I purchased a bench in honor of Chloe & Lily back in 2005.  I love visiting the bench and I also love seeing all the kids from Highlands High School sitting on it.  I know Chloe and Lily get a big kick out of that.  Well look at it now!  LOL


The High School is under yet another major construction project!

The bassethoundtown bench is smack dab in the middle of this one!


Kind of exciting to be a part of the award winning High School landscape.



It’s a nice place to watch the world go by…

Oh the stories that bench could tell…

More loving our bench later…Cat, Daisy Lynn, (Chaps and Emma ATB sitting under a rainbow bench…)

Lounging in the sprouting garden…

May 2nd, 2016 - 7:07 pm KY Time

Howllo Fellow Basset Hound and Lounging Lovers…Over the weekend Daisy Lynn, Grandma, and I worked really hard in our backyard garden.  It is looking so good and I cannot wait to share more pics in the near future.

This pic is so cute because you can see the Mayor’s little curls on her rump roast area.


She just adores being with us as we decide what flowers to plant where.  What a joy she is.


She used those bags of top soil to climb onto the lounge chair!  OMDog – we were really cracking up!!!


She laid there until we got thirsty.  I said “come on Daisy Lynn, lets go get some water”…


And we all hydrated!

So much fun to have Spring back in bassethoundtown.  They say to wait until after Mother’s day to plant but we jumped the gun and got in our stuff early.  We have pumped up on the volume on our veggies this year as you know.  Some of the stuff is sprouting!

More loving lounging and sprouting later…Cat, Daisy Lynn, (Chaps and Emma ATB lounging on rainbows…)