Reggie was diagnosed with a hemangiosarcoma on December 8, 2010. He was given 6-8 weeks to live at that time, but our valliant boy gave us 4 1/2 more months. He eventually lost his battle with cancer and let us know it was time to let him go, so, at 11:45am on April 18, 2011, our boy left us with the help of Elizabeth Fullbright, DVM. He died peacefully in our arms.
Precious Reggie, our lives were so much better because of you. We love you and will miss you forever.
...our Basset Hound.
We adopted him from Mid America Basset Rescue on May 26, 2001. He's mostly black and white with a little brown which qualifies him as "tri-colored." He's about a year and a half old, and he's a classic basset in temperament and personality. In other words, he does things when HE wants to do them, not necessarily when WE want him to do them. He's brought more joy to our lives than you can imagine.
Why a basset? Because they make us smile, coming and going!"
This is a day in the life of a basset hound...
Reggie wakes up - or tries to, anyway.
Hmmm... maybe a quick dip will do the trick.
Wait... where's my beautiful, yellow life jacket? I can't be expected to go swimming without my LIFE JACKET! What's wrong with these people, anyway?
M-O-M! Where's my LIFE JACKET???
Much better.
NOW I feel much safer in that big old pool.
They DO love me!
(Do you see the empty flower bed?
That's MY Personal Space.)
It seems the food slaves have forgotten something.
Breakfast
M-O-M! D-A-D! HELP!!!
I'm STARVING!!!
It's been a hard day.
Already I'm pooped.
Maybe I'll just take a short nap...
... until dinner time.
(uh-oh, busted. I'll act innocent)
Oh, Hullo. What??? You mean this isn't MY dinner?
So sorry about that ... I'll get down now.
(heh, heh, heh... I think they bought it. They're laughing.)
I guess if Dad won't let me have the chair all by myself, I'll have to share.
He calls this "Laptime with Daddy."
Ugh.
...I call it crowded.
Naptime.
Mom says I do things a little different from other houndies.
She said our HEADS are supposed to go on the pillow, not our bottoms. ... Imagine that.
Yawn...... I wonder how much longer it is until it's time for bed?
Aw Dad, just a couple more minutes, please?
I've GOT to check my email!
More Later... I'm tired of posing for the camera. Wait until you see me riding in the boat!
Maxwell's Story
The Hunting Trip
Heather
Bear
Honey
Henry
Tucker
Walter
The Fosters
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