by John Finney
My bassett's name is General Elvis H. Wrinkle Pants. As I write this, he is now 8 weeks old. We live in a very small town in east Texas. My wife gave me General for a Christmas present. I have wanted another one for over 20 years now, She finally gave in.
General likes his squeaky toy squirell. On Christmas Eve my brother-in-law and kids came to the farm to hunt with us. My nephew killed his first deer. While I was cleaning it, General came out for his walk. He ran over to the deer head and started licking its mouth and then started chewing on one of the deers eyeballs, wagging his tail like crazy. He loves it. As we were processing the meat, he kept coming into the room wagging his tail.
Our family, loves General and we have multiple daily play times with him. We have figured out, if we play long and hard enough at night he sleeps great and doesn't wake us up but once to go outside to use the bathroom. When he does have an accident it is usually our fault for not noticing his signs. When he's done outside, he sits at your feet and looks up at you, ready for his praise and generous loving that he then receives.
The General has been a great addition to our family in the short time we have had him. We love him greatly and he is an awesome member to our farm. Look forward to sending more stories in the future.