Fortnum and Mason are without doubt brothers who are also best of friends. Siblings who look out for each other and despite the occasional dispute they always turn to each for comfort. Little Basset is the subservient of the two though doesn’t hesitate to keep Big Basset in line with a bite of the ear and a cross bark when he plays too rough or spoils our walks by dragging his heels.
Over the years I’ve noticed how clever each of them tries to be to get what they want – the bone, the lion’s share of their snoozing cushion or the greatest prize of all, the chance to sit with me. Occasionally such sibling rivalry can end in fur fisticuffs followed by a bad case of the canine sulks but mostly they are like two peas in a pod. An inseparable pair never more content to cosy up with each other.
Mason loves nothing more than to play manservant to Fortnum by keeping his face clean. I’m not sure Fortnum always appreciates the invasion into his private space but mostly he closes his eyes and enjoys the attentions of his brother’s style canine spa treatment.