Happiness is...

The Business of Being a Basset is fraught with responsibilities... it's my job to keep everyone amused, on their toes (sorry about the sky remote....) and in touch with their INNER Basset. Sometimes a boy just has to relax.

Happiness is:

A spot on the sofa in the sun...


Yesterday's newspapers...


A head to lie on...


A security wolfhound...


A friend to play with when ever you want to...


Someone else's bed to doodle on...


A chum who does not fart in your face...


And a hand to hold your paw...

(no one else can fill MY paws...it's a hard life... Being a Basset)