Boris, or should that be Big Boris, is now ten months old. And at this stage, his basset hound ways are really coming to the fore – the constant quest for food, the desire to run away with freshly washed laundry (he especially loves socks) and an incessant need to chew just about anything ! Nothing is safe when basset hound madness strikes.
Still, he can sometimes look like butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Cute..almost angelic….
True to the basset hound way of life, he is really starting to appreciate a comfy sofa. And for a while at least, as he sinks into in a deep slumber resting those big paws and with long velvety ears to keep him cosy, we can chill out too – ready for the next happy adventure with our best friend.