Basset Hound
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Home:Fort Walton Beach, FL  [I have a diary!]  
Age: 9 Years   Sex: Male   Weight: 51-100 lbs

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Roo, The Aristocrate, Snuggles, Handsome Hound, Muffin

Doggie Dynamics:
not playfulvery playful

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July 9th 2007

Playing platypus lure chase. Momma & all the Aunties, Throat scratches and keeping the terrorist squirrels out of our yard

Being aggivated by the humans. The humans not playing with him when he wants to play, getting a bath, nail trims

Favorite Toy:
Platypus with eggs stuffed inside (Egg baby-puzzle game), playing platypus lure chase

Favorite Food:
Chicken Jerky, 3 Dogs & a Chick bakery cookies, watermelon, honeydew

Favorite Walk:
Around the neighborhood for his meet & greet of his adoring fans

Best Tricks:
Sit, Go to kennel on command. Catches, & fetches (when he wants to)

Arrival Story:
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. Thats when we picked out Colt. The puppies were only 5 weeks old and by Florida law we had to wait until 8 weeks old & 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 we went to pick out Ruger. A week after that The Bad A** Basset Brothers came to rule their new home at Castle Basset.

Ruger and Colt are the best of buddies, they are always together. Sometimes I swear that they are Siamese twins and have an invisable connection. Ruger loves other dogs, people and well behaved children always looking for pets. Ruger and Colt believe that all squirrels are terrorist & must be destroyed. They are members of the elite Anti-Squirrel Terrorisom Unit. Ruger is the lead agent for the Gulf Coast region. Ruger's has no secondary mission, he is always on high alert to protect our home from the squirrels and any other critter that might be in cahoots with them.

Forums Motto:
All Squirrels are terrorist.

Co-nick names:
Momma Calls me and my brother Colt: The Bad A** Basset Brothers, The Wonder Twins, The Dymanic Duo

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May 16th 2010 More than 6 years!

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The Life of Ruger

Sunday, 8 August 2010

August 8th 2010 12:42 pm
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Long time no pawboarding. But honestly there hasn't been much to write about. All has been pretty quite here in our little corner of the world. The bad thing is Colt & I have been cooped up in the house due to the heat and humidity...100 plus degrees with heat index! So no walkies, not many squirrel patrols, nothing but zoning out in the house. Oh yeah...and the contact dermititis! I am convinced that our compound was attacked by flying squirrels that deployed some sort of itching chemical to our yard, making Colt & I break out on our undersides. Momma had to take us to the vet because Colt was so broken out and the vetman gave him a shot and put him on medications. Anyhoooowwwl we are hoping that this heat and humidity lets up soon so that we can get back to the business of protecting our territory from the terrorist squirrels and any other invaders to our land. Ruger out!


Monday, 21 Jun 2010

June 21st 2010 4:04 pm
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Okay momma give me that pawboard and go fetch me a piece of watermelon while I tell everyone of your heinous crime! Ruger woofing in. Our momma is a traitor! Yep..She proved it to us
yesterday. No pooh there I was laying under the oak tree stalking a squirrel that had dared to tread on my territory. I signaled to Colt who was in the house and he requested to be let out and when momma opened the door, he shot out after the squirrel and ran it toward me. We'll that ol squirrel stopped and turned on a dime only to run into the jaws of my brother. Momma screamed "COLT NOOOO! DROP IT" Just from the sheer verbal vibration of her screeching Colt dropped it, but I was there to snatch it in mid drop. Momma grabbed my collar but I didn't drop it, I had him by the neck and Colt came up and grab him by the butt, we started to do the duel death shake but momma
somehow got us to drop it and grab my collar to keep me from grabbing it but missed Colts collar. He grab the squirrel and trotted over to the fence with it. Momma chased after him, and pried his jaws open to release the squirrel. This time she grabbed both of our collars to hold us back, the squirrel was stunned but finally crawled through a small hole in the fence
and made his way back to SquirrelaStan. Momma kept an eye on him to see if we had injured him to bad or if he was just stunned. After a few minutes he made his way up the pine tree. I'm sure that he is a very sore squirrel today! Next time squirrel, momma might not be there to save your miserable
little hide. Poor Colt must have gotten squirrel pooh in his mouth when he had the squirrel by his a**, because by 2am this morning he was tossing his dinner! Yuck! After empting all contents of his belly momma put pink stuff down his throat and only feed him a "lite" cookie this morning (those things are so bland) and a couple small pieces of watermelon at far no more barfing. Anyhow snooter kisses to all and healing
drool to all in need...No more barfing drool to my brother Colt!


Friday, 4 June 2010

June 6th 2010 8:29 am
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Last night was a very quiet, very somber night at Castle VonBasset.
Which is very strange especially after 5 days of hounds and dad having a roaring good time...lots of rough housing and barking bassets. But yesterday afternoon Mom had to take the Dad to the airport for him to return to military duty. Colt sat their pouting, but I was very vocal about my displeasure of the daddy leaving again. When Mom got home and let us out of our room we searched the house in hopes that Daddy was hiding from us. We sniffed searched the entire house but no daddy and then wnet to sit with the momma very quietly on the couch and watched tv me on one side of her and Colt on the other side. It was kind of eerie, but very comforting at the same time. Comforting to
know that at least I still had my brother and my momma. So we sat, pouted, and comforted each other...Only 10 1/2 months left on Big Doggy Daddies tour, over half way done!!! We will throw a big party and celebrate his homecoming...and maybe put him on a tight leash so he can't go away ever again.

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