Hanging onto your ears when you’re a basset is like trying to hang onto your umbrella in a Wellington gale.  Something you first battle with and then you give up and let the wind do its thing.  Looking at Fortnum in this picture I can’t help but think of a traditional Dutch Hat – the ones with the curly sides.  Seeing a basset run is one of the most comical things.  Big Basset lumbers along like a jumbo jet taking off gathering speed the further he runs.