Growing, Barking, Chewing, Howling and Drooling

Its been several months since posting. In those months my Basset Hound Mitzi has grown not only in size, but in all things Basset Houndiness. Her slow prodding gate reminds one of a small hippo. When running, her rear end sometimes has a hard time catching up to her front end. She is slowly learning the ancient art of the howl. She has discovered the many nutritional values of rocks. Her acute sense of smell can pick up even the slightest hint of food. She has urinated on a guest, made the backyard her own personal poo mine field and has turned my sister into the worlds first human chew/squeaky toy.

The other night i went looking for her. She was outside on the back patio inspecting something with great interest. I didnt want to disturb her so i spyed in stealth mode out the window. She had her first encounter with a Cicada bug. A big one too. This thing would crawl around, Mitzi would go in for a sniff, and it would take flight with that loud buzzing noise only creepy flying insects make. This in turn would startle young Mitzi making her leap backwards. The cicada must have found this amusing, it kept landing, forcing Mitzi to repeat the sniff move. This went on a good 10 minutes. I went outside with a doggie biscuit in tow. Upon seeing me, Mitzi made an unexpected but brilliant offensive manuever on the cicada... She lept forward before it could take flight and scooped it up in her mouth. She then spun around, sat down, striking this pose.


Now this isnt Mitzi. But its pretty darn close. We glared at each other for a few minutes. I thought... my god, she just swalloed a cicada... whole!! That defiant dog look she was given me made me chuckle.. as if she was saying. Its mine, and you cant have it.



I then showed her the dog biscuit. Now, this dog could have a t-bone steak in her mouth, but i show her a dry old dog biscuit and she will trade in that steak for said biscuit. This time she didnt.... she sat there looking at me. I walked towards her and held said savory biscuit towards her. Relunctantly she she opened her clenched jowls... and out flys a terrified cicada. Landing on my foot. I then leaped backwards in a very similar manner Mitzi was doing not 2 minutes before. She triumphantly took the biscuit and retired to her bed for the night. I havent seen the cicada since.



She is the funnest most entertaining dog i have ever encountered.