Fortnum and Mason are now about 18 months old and our vet reckoned this was the time that they could start to change them onto adult food.  I thought of this only because I need to get them a new bag of biscuits soon.

Put this thinking together in the same brain with someone who is trying to get their digital pictures sorted and organised and this is what you get.  A flash back to puppy-hood.

This is the bassets on the day they first arrived with us.  I’m not sure I’ve ever used this picture before.  I can tell you that this sums them up to a tee, even 16 months on their behaviour hasn’t changed.

This is Mason looking straight at you. The smart one who thinks he’s in charge.  Fortnum is looking for leadership from his brother.  Whatever their thinking I can’t believe that these two balls of fluff ever existed.

Fortnum is just the same.  Here he is now.  Big and strong marching up the lane.

Here he was then.  Big and floppy with a body that was too big for his bottom.  He sat so awkwardly when he was a babe.

I think his body may still be too big for him as he loves nothing better than to lie down and take a break.  He’s still got the same look in his eyes too!

As for little basset what can I say.

He was just out cuddly, wrinkly, tiny little basset.  But not now!

His small and perfectly formed for a trotter.  He loves to trot and he looks beautiful when he does.  It’s when he runs he looks like a slightly twisted rabbit.

But he’s still our smartest little basset thinking he’s in charge.  Top dog. The leader.

There are some days I wish we’d return to the fluffy days of puppy but then I remember them having to have milk breakfasts, them biting you because that’s how they tell you they love you.  Them needing newspaper on the floor and the fact you couldn’t take your eyes of them for one minute in case they’d get up to mischief.

No I’m pretty relieved that our boys are grown up now, although I beg to differ with the vet.  I’m not sure they are adults yet.  Definitely sulking, stroppy ungrateful teenagers most of the time who like nothing better than a good punch up with their brother.

Sheesh.  Can’t wait for them to sit quietly and read a book!