In the land of fair and square, it’s only right that little basset should have his moment here on Domestic Executive HQ. But as much as I love Mason I can’t get past the fact he is in fact the devil incarnate. Our own anti-basset in residence. The tester of boundaries. The daily challenger for top spot in our pack.
He is such a determined little chap to claim the ultimate prize, he rarely looks me in the eye when I have the camera for fear of undermining his moment of superiority. He has been a terrorist in our camp this week, testing my patience to the limit. Those long and luxurious ears seem to have lost the power of hearing although his howl is as strong and demanding as it ever was.
Yet Mason is our smart basset. If you could measure a bassets IQ I’d say Little Basset would be in Mensa, a dog that would pass his 11 plus exam with flying colours. I’ve no doubt he would be a candidate for a canine Oxbridge if there were such a thing. For this is a dog that knows how to drive me crazy all day and then crawl into my lap at night giving me love and licks (yuck) that make him my favourite Little Basset all over again.
The eyes give the impression that he is the one who is superior, and all the licks etc are just a sham?
Beware for the next episode!!!
Strikes me that he could be laughing at you in this piccy, haha. Or at least telling you that he has you just where he wants you – wrapped around his paw.
I’ve seen this in many basset households. It’s simple really, trainer and trainee have switched positions. As Eveline said, he has you exactly where he wants you, his mom-person-slave!!