Age: 6 Years Sex: Male Weight: 51-100 lbs
|Home:Fort Walton Beach, FL ||[I have a diary!] |
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July 9th 2007
His human momma, his basset brother, and his human dad, and his human Aunties Val, Shirley, and Barbra. Belly Rubs!
His brother getting momma attention when he wants it. Getting a bath
His human Momma, stuffed animal platypus
Food, chicken jerky, 3 Dogs & a Chick Bakery Cookies, honeydew, watermelon, & yogurt
Around the block to meet up with all of his adoring fans
Sit, and go to kennel on command. Fetch (when he is in the mood to do so)
We started looking for a basset puppy after Storm passed away from kidney failure, to give his son Wolfgang a companion. We found an ad in the paper for basset puppies and went to look at them. We took Wolfie with us to see how he would react to a new puppy. When I walked down the hall to the the room that the puppies where, I saw Colt sitting in the door way, he looked at me and I swear he giggled at me and said come find me, and then scooted off to blend in with his litter mates. I new the instant I saw him he was the one. Wolfie tolerated the puppy and I thought that once we were all home that Wolfie & Colt would become best buds. The puppies were only 5 weeks old and by Florida law we had to wait until 8 weeks & a final vet check before we could bring him home. Unfortunately a week after picking out Colt Wolfgang made his journey to the bridge to join his father. So we made the decision to get a second puppy to be a companion to Colt, so back to the breeder to pick out Ruger. A week after that The Bad A** Basset Brothers came to rule their new home at Castle Basset!
Colt and Ruger are always together. I swear that they must have slide out of the birth cannal together as well. Colt loves other dogs, people and well behaved children. He is always looking for extra treats or belly rubs. Colt & Ruger's main mission in life is to keep the terrorist squirrels out of their yard. Colt's secondary mission is to keep the momma happy and get as many bellyrubs as possible.
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The Groups I'm In:
Basset Hounds of the dailydrool
Momma Calls me and my brother Ruger: The Bad A** Basset Brothers, The Wonder Twins, & The Dymanic Duo.
I've Been On Dogster Since:
|May 16th 2010
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August 8th 2010 12:29 pm
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Yesterday afternoon we had a little excitement at ASTT HQ. No crap there momma was on poop patrol, Ruger & I were lounging under the oak tree after chasing a squirrel back to the Squirrelistan Embassy. Momma was just finishing up and we decided to go over to check on her work, when we came across..."Ruger what was that thing called?"... a garter sneek.
This is the first sneek that we have ever seen. So we sniff it, it crawls away, we are a little startled by its movements. Curiosity gets the better of us so we track it back down. We sniff, it slithers away, we jump, and then we track it. This happens about 3 or 4 times. Then somehow Ruger ends up in front of it, I guess he over ran the sneeks trail. While he is trying to find the trail again, I am behind Ruger and obviously still on track and I find the garter sneek, sniffs it and
it slithers away...in-between Rugers back legs and out in-between his front legs, right under his sniffing nose. That poor hound must have jumped 4 feet off the ground...He then just stood there for a few moments shaking his head and had this look of what the hell was that! Momma almost fell over with laughter..snorting and everything! I went running up to my brother to see what was going on and to find that crazy, slithering critter that dared to go under Ruger. This time the
sneek had crawled into the pond flower bed area that is fenced in to keep hounds from fishing, and pulling momma's plants out of the pond...Like we would ever do such a thing? Anyhooooo we are still looking for that sneekey sneek.
Snooter Kisses to all
Colt...ASTT- Team Gunner & Medic. Kill them or heal them...what's it gonna be?
June 27th 2010 6:40 am
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Mom's trying to trick me! Wednesday she bought us a new Cool Bed III and then proceeds to rearrange our bedroom in order to make room for it. Crazy women says that I need a little remedial training now. Ruger & I have been trained to go to our individual kennels upon the "kennel" command, but only if there is a cookie in it for us. We don't do anything free gratis. So now when the ol'women tells me to go to my kennel I go to where it used to be.but it ain't there!! What the doG? So I turn around a couple of times in the area that my kennel use to be at and look for it, "Where the hell is it" so then I just sits down where my kennel use to be and wait for my treat. Momma just giggles at me and points to the kennel and says "Kennel" holding my cookie in its doorway. What the doG is it doing over there??? The ol'women must be some kind of a witch! She makes my kennel disappear and then reappear on the other side of the room.She must be a witch!
June 21st 2010 4:00 pm
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This morning at Castle VonBasset we had a little bit of excitement. Mom finally got her lazy butt out of bed about 5:45a.m to let us out to relieve ourselves and to complete our morning yard patrol when just before she opened the door she saw a opossum in our backyard. Ruger and I were whining and pawing the door to get out to capture the intruder. The opossum must be in league with the terrorist squirrels. But Mom would not let us out! Instead she went into put on slippers and then went out with a big stick and chased the opossum out of our yard. Ruger and I were dancing with excitement. Momma carrying a big stick to kill a opossum. She was expecting it to play dead but it didn't play dead, It was to scared to play dead. because there went momma walking out of the house in her big furry, purple robe, with her mane all wild, caring a big stick and banging it on things in the yard, yelling "shu opossum, shu" and the opossum quickly waddled behind our shed and climb over the fence into the back yard neighbors yard. Momma still had that big stick and was banging on the shed and the ladder behind the shed to scare him away. Let me tell you after seeing momma in her furry, purple monster costume that opossum will never come back! BAAAAHOOHahahaha!
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