Right on cue for the official start of spring, the sun has come out and once again the garden is bursting into bud. With longer daylight hours the chickens are up and about earlier each day which is more than I can say for the bassets who would languish in their darkened den all day if we let them. Instead they are dragged from their slumbers for their constitutional waddle before the sun gets too high and they spend the whole walk panting and insisting on detours to drink from streams and puddles.
Whatever the weather and season there are some habits a basset doesn’t change, like burying their noses in long grasses. Give a basset a large field of grass and it will likely put their nostrils into overdrive until they are convinced there is nothing new to investigate. Then it will be time for play. Running and attempting to outsmart your brother. Or better still finding something disgusting to roll in.