Week 2 - Settled in but I have a problem.

I have a problem.
I like the bed that Grandma got me, but I can't fit in it with all my toys there.  I can't leave my toys out where someone could throw them or even worse ... what if the cats take it!

But then, even if I don't have my toys in the bed, I am starting to notice an even bigger problem...

Yes, that's a play on words.  I'm so smart.

So we know my momma was a  Bassett.  We may not know for sure what my daddy was, but there is no denying my Bassett self.

When the humans open the door for me, they have to watch they don't catch my tail and my backside in the door.  I have to admit that as I grow, my length is really starting to ... well ... become an issue.

That takes me back to the bed problem.  See if I try to sleep on it without curling into a ball some part of me is off of it.  Sometimes, I am so asleep, I forget where I'm at.  Then I end up falling off the bed!  So what am I?  Momma was a full blooded Bassett.  My humans question what my daddy was.  I don't know why I am so big ... it's just me.

Sick Day!  Woohoo!
[2/13/2012] Mom and Rachel didn't leave as early as they normally do today.  They say they don't feel good.  They were only gone for a little while before they came back.  They say they were at the doctor and he said they have strep throat.

Either way ... I'm glad they are home.  Me?  I got a hedgehog while they waited to get their medicine!