Hello again! Today I will be Talking about the reasons we chose to have Basset hounds as our pets.

Oh Honey, I’m home!

It was an exciting day when my siblings and I found out that we were going to get a brilliant Basset surprise! our dog at that time, Corry, was about thirteen/fourteen years old. We knew that she was reaching the end of her days. Corry had been in the family since before I was born, so it was going to be extremely difficult to say goodbye. I was in Primary school, I was in fifth class. I believe that it was a Friday when my mom mysteriously disappeared in her car for the day. It was useless trying to ask my dad as to what was going on as he acted like he didn’t know, but I had a feeling he did!

Since Corry was a Basset/Collie mix we never had much trouble with her. Towards the evening time, around dinner time, I noticed my dad checking his phone quite frequently. At one stage, he was in the middle of talking to , I assumed was my mom, on the phone. I attempted to listen, and I caught a word: dog!

Now, when I heard this, my first reaction was of hoping that we were getting a new dog. I then had a horrible thought: what if mom and dad were going to put Corry down? I grew very frustrated as I waited for my dad to finish talking on the phone. At last, they stopped talking and I remember asking him about this “dog”. Fortunately, my dad didn’t realise that I had overheard part of the conversation between my mom and him. I could tell that he wanted to tell me, but he promised my mom he wouldn’t.

I was eleven at the time so my mind was running wild with what my mom said on the phone. I knew there was a dog involved but I didn’t know why they were talking about it and whether it was connected to my mom being gone all day.

It was about seven o’clock in the evening when my mom arrived home. We were very curious as to what was the big surprise. I remember looking in the car window and seeing a small, timid hound. I was very excited to see a dog in the car! When she was let out of the car, she went straight to my mom and curled up in a ball. It was upsetting to say the least seeing how timid and frightened she was. It turned out that she didn’t have a nice background and was very nervous around certain people.

It took a awhile, but she eventually warmed up to my siblings and I. It would take some time before Honey would be comfortable around my dad.

Honey has grown so much; as a mother, a family member and as a confidante. Despite all her brilliance, she is still wary of my dad. With the help and support from us, and her two sons, Honey has become an amazing pet/dog.

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