The Beginning 10/25/21

One day I was just a dog living in a house. I went to school a couple of times a week. I was the director of a basset hound choir. I would hang out with friends every so often. The neighbor girls would take me for walks every so often. You get the picture — a dog’s life.

On Oct 24, 2021, I turned 4. Darla, Willow and Raina threw me a surprise birthday party. It was nice. The men (Howard & Henry 2 basset hounds who live in Leray. Funny how many basset hounds I know.) sent their regards. The very next day we left in the basset bus for parts unknown. Coincidence? I think not. The basset bus was my big birthday present. Darla must have been planning it for years. Our people came along too. Someone has to drive.

The basset bus was so named for the mural on the back. We packed up and headed south. I was a little scared at first. I didn’t know what was happening but Darla had it all under control. Within an hour or 2 I knew it was the right thing. On 81 we were driving south and a big truck was trying to get our attention. He was pointing to the front of the truck. He had a basset hound on the front of his truck! Coincidence? I think not…. it was a sign! Go south…..

We drove most of the day and slept in a parking lot at Cracker Barrel. It was tight. Darla’s travel box took up the entire aisle between the 2 couches. There was not enough room to walk around the bed. There are drawers at the end of the bed. The drawers can not be opened. I did not understand why they were there if they cannot be opened 🤷‍♀️.

We got back on the road, to parts unknown…