"O...kay..."
"We have some visitors at the back door."
Who? Who would be walking all the way to the back door? Everybody comes to the side door - the one to which the other door, the first side door with the sign points.
Rissa and I make our way to the kitchen.
"Who's here?" we ask.
David steps back to reveal two bassett hounds framed in the kitchen door. "BASSETS!!" Rissa and I make our way outside.
This is WAY better than the neighbours bearing a gift basket with wine which is who I'd thought would be visiting. Technically these dogs are neighbours - the back yard kitty-corner to the south-east of us has 6 bassets between two sides of a duplex. I guess there's a hole in the adjoining fence somwhere.
(If I wasn't too excited to even think about grabbing a camera, and I'd taken photos, they would have been something like this.)
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| Someone else's basset hounds |
Affectionate to the point of obscene, these beasts bare their bellies - showing off their un-neutered nethers - and more than a little excited to see us... ("Dude!" Rissa says. "You're showing me way too much information!") After a good tummy rub, they gallumph to the front of the house, before making their way into our eastern neighbours' yard.
Then, as we turn to head back inside, Rissa yells "Incoming!" Two more basset hounds appear at the bottom of our yard... then two more... then two more... the bottom of our yard has turned into a basset hound clown car - they just keep emerging. The math doesn't add up. Then I realize what must be happening... they've found another hole in our neighbours' yard that takes them home, and the 6 bassets are now running laps between all the yards.
I'm not saying it was my best evening ever, but it was pretty damned close.
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| shot by Luke Askelson http://www.lukeaskelson.com |
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