He looked at me with indignation – what, I’m not coming too?  Little Basset was puzzled, he was left sitting in the car and his pesky big brother was strutting off with the pack leader.  I’m sure he must have been thinking what have I done to deserve this.  I heard a couple of basset barks as I led Big Basset up the steps to the vet’s office – he had no idea of the fate to befall him.  A little light sedation and a new kind of photography – x-rays on his lame leg.

Little basset pressed his nose up to the window and watched me come back to the car.  As we drove away he cried a little – a small basset wimper and then a large basset sigh.  A few minutes later he was leaping from the car at one of our usual walking spots and off sniffing without a care in the world.  It was only a couple of minutes though before he remembered he was on his own and started looking out for his brother.  It breaks my heart to see him take a few steps, stop, turn and look behind then look at me before carrying on sniffing.

I guess that after a while he was content being on his own as he started to run and wanted to play so we hooned around until I couldn’t keep up any more.  To catch my breath I grabbed my camera determined to get a couple of portraits of Mason.  He as usual had other ideas when I got close up.  He really is a minx – determined not to look the camera in the eye. To reward him for his patience we ran all the way back to the car and he was a happy basset once again.