OMG! What lovely dogs you have all had!
This is about the only dog we have had in our family..
We got Barney the Basset Hound in June 1985, when I was 15, and my sister was 11, he was supposed to be a Birthday present for us, but really he was for my mum, as she had always wanted a Basset.. He was 8 weeks old when we got him and this pic was taken around the same time..
He was adorable, but naughty, Bassets are renowned for being very stubborn, and he was.. He would only go for a walk, when he wanted too, and as for playing with toys forget it, he would rather lounge around on his beanbag, or on my bed! That was the thing about him, he would sleep upstairs, either in my room or my sister Debbies, he would have his beanbag with him, but would never sleep on it, prefering to sleep on our single beds with us.. Trust me it was uncomfortable, as he was not very small.. If I got home late, after being out with friends, he would cry at my sisters door to be let out, and then come running into my room, to sleep on my bed! When he was a puppy, the breeder recommended feeding him tripe, it was the worse smell you could imagine. It was frozen, so you either got it out the night before, of defrosted it in the microwave.. We had many happy years with him, and we always joked, that if we ever got burgled, Barney would just lay there and watch, he really was a right layabout!
I moved out of my parents in June 1996, but still found time to take him for walkies, and play with him.. But in mid 1997, we noticed that he was having problems with his back legs. We took him to the vets, who explained to us that it was a sign of old age, and that we should just let him carry on as normal.. One Saturday in late July my Mum phoned me to say that he was getting worse, and that he could not get down the steps to the garden to go to the toilet.. My Dad and Mum had to carry him out, so he could go.. That day, we spent as much time as we could with him, knowing that we would have to make a very big decision.. I stayed with him till late that night, my Mum slept with him downstairs..
On Sunday morning I went to my Mum and Dads, and my Mum had arranged to go to a vets.. Pete stayed behind, while my Dad drove my Mum, Barney, Debbie, Paul (my sisters boyfriend)and myself to the vets.. Once there Paul helped my Dad carry Barney out of the car and we went in to the surgery.. The strangest feeling was that all the dogs there seemed to know what was happening, they all went quiet as we walked in.. We were seen almost immediately, and the vet checked him over, and explained what he was going to do.. We stayed there while he was put to sleep, and afterwards my Mum, Sister and myself had a sob outside.. Even my dad had tears in his eyes..
When we got home Pete had packed Barneys toys etc away.. And we sat there for a while talking about him, and looking at his pictures..
Even now nearly 8 years later, I am crying while I think about him, and writing this, he really was a lovely dog, and I still miss him..
I apologise for the picture, its the only one I have here, the rest are at my Mum and Dads.. Its a bit dog-eared, as its been in a frame for years, and has pride of place next to my bed!
Love you always Barney xx