So many stories, so little time

by Nanci Scarpulla
(Alabaster, Alabama)

We are owned by Abbie, the Basket Hound.

My little girl fell in love with basset hounds when she was two. She knew the difference between basset hounds and "other" dogs. But, she called them Basket Hounds. So, every Christmas, Easter, Birthday, or other celebration she would ask for a Basket Hound. She pleaded with us, her grandparents, her aunts, uncles, cousins, and anyone else willing to listen. When all those efforts failed her, she called upon God, Jesus, Mary, her guardian angel, St. Nick, and any other heavenly host to get her a basket hound.

On a normal, ordinary day in June, my husband arrived home with a full grown Basset Hound named Abbie. From that day forward, she has taken over the house. This is her blog...
http://thebaskethound.blogspot.com/