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Schnooks' Sniffings

Sancho, Sancho, Sancho! - Now I know just how Jan Brady feels!

I have a huge problem and his name is Sancho (he really is tall). He gets all of the attention lately. He tells riddles, has 363 bones (I have 2), he goes to Paw It Forward, where I used to go and he has dibs on the Bon Fire for next year. I could go to the Bon Fire - why does just ONE dog get to go? Oh, and I can chase rabbits, too and I like hotdogs. I chase cats - blind ones even - and I have stinky anal glands. So, I am just as bad as him. Plus, I bark all day long and all sorts of stuff. I can be a pig, too. I don't like anal gland juice though...ewwww.

Anyway, just wanted to get that off my chest.

Good night!

Schnooksie

Doing What Basset Hounds Do Best

Lately, I have been barking up the wrong tree.

I admit, I do way too much barking, and for all of the wrong reasons, but I am a Basset Hound - barking is our thing. Recently I took a swipe at the cat, and not just any cat, but a blind (so he says) cat. That got me in a whole heap of trouble. Again, I'm just doing my job: rousting out rodents.

Anyway, there is a rumor going around that I have been in jail lately for alleged crimes against rabbits. It is a TOTAL exaggeration and even though there are pictures that look like I am in jail, everyone knows about PhotoShop, so take it with a grain of salt. Also, I recommend a little garlic, bay leaf and...oh, wait a minute, what were we talking about?

Anyway, here is the press release, so regardless of what you may have heard, or not, I am not in prison.

"Schnooks, the notorious Basset Hound, was given a reprieve and was released on her own recognizance, as requested. She does have community service, probation and weekly tests to pass. There is hope for her rehabilitation. A jury of her peers ruled it so.

Schnooks is available for TV, radio and book appearances & deals. Call her pack of agents at: 1-800-2ndChances4BadBassets".

See, so take it however you want, but I am a free hound and will remain so. I mean, they actually put rabbit in some of the higher end organic dog foods, so what's the big deal? If you look up "rabbit" in a dictionary it will say "Basset Hound" right after it because that's what we do, get rabbits. Not that I did, no. But, if I did, it would just be little ole me, living up to my nature, what I was bred to do. Not that I did.

Barkingly Yours, Schnooks the Basset Girl

Disclaimer: No rabbits were actually hurt in the alleged "incident"

Meager Beginnings

When Schnooks (AKA Shania) was at her former home she lived mostly in a kennel and was basically ignored. The guy who owned her got her so he could breed her and make money from the puppies. She had a hernia on her stomach and I tried to convince him not to breed her, but he was determined.

I was really disgusted with his behavior, but I didn't want to alienate him, so I behaved nicely. Whenever I would return Shania to him she would refuse to get out of the car. Once I did get her out of the car, she would just sit there, looking at me like I had just abandoned her to her worst nightmare. It was heart wrenching to watch.

I started checking on Shania during the day and discovered that she was kept in a tiny kennel, filthy, with no water and lots of flies. She actually has a permanent scar on her forehead from where the flies feasted on her. The neighbor came over and said she was very concerned about this dog. I told her I was, too, but that I was going to do something about it. I found she was also being hit, yelled at and generally mistreated.

The times that Shania stayed with me grew longer and longer. I no longer called the guy to see if I should bring her back. She ended up being at my house more than at her home. I had her seen at the vet and got the fly infested area cleared up and had her hernia evaluated. The vet strongly advised that she not be bred.

I was invited to an anniversary celebration for this guy's parents. The guy got a little tipsy and a mutual friend and I took advantage of his state. We got a promise that he would not breed Shania and that if he decided to give her up that she would stay with me. By the end of the party he was pretty toasted and he decided to give her up.

When I got home I told Shania the good news, changed her name to "Schnooks" and she is here to stay!

Schnooksie's person, Carol