8 January 2009 2 Comments

Lucy Basset Hound

LucyLucy cracks me/us up. She’s our Basset Hound, who now relaxes even more on her own circular dog pillow/bed, which was bestowed upon her last month from, um, Santa Paws. Now when Lucy waddles up to me I notice an unfamiliar, yet recognizable scent – that of cedar chips.

Granted we live in the Northwest, but Cedars are not indigenous to our back yard, but apparently are found inside her new bed. She wreaks of it – cedar, which indicates her relative happiness with the gift. She loves it. When she’s not eating, or cruising outside, she’s on it – morning, afternoon, and night. She still walks with the kids on their way to bed in the evenings, sitting by their side during story time – at times jumping on the bed to catch some of the story – but in the mornings we’re now finding her on that cedar pillow, in some sort of awkward Basset position, no doubt dreaming of sleeping – in a cedar forest, eating cheese (She’s a French Basset – but we love her).