Basset Hounds and Cartoonists
What is it with Cartoonists and Basset Hounds? We have a rascally basset named Kirby, after Jack Kirby, and I noticed awhile ago, Scott Kurtz from PvP has a light fur Basset (i think sometimes called “lemon”?) named Kirby. Scott’s latest strip is about his dog.
I don’t remeber off hand what Berkeley Breathed’s old Basset was called, it’s in his books, but his Basset was a popular cameo character in his comics. I think that’s generally where the thought of me always wanting a Basset of my own subliminally came in. I also had a friend who had one and it was very CHILL and relaxed, docile creature. Not our Basset though… WHOA. He’s a ball of energy that just wants to jump on you, gnaw on you and play. Also, we never really got use to his smell. My wife says it’s like really poweful frito corn chips, or feet. While corresponding with Mr. Breathed via email he recommended I use this shampoo called “Buddy Wash”, which did help, but not for long. Bassets have some sort of oil in their skin that just naturally smells funky, or something… I think that’s what the breeder lady said.
Also, since I’m blabbering about Bassets, there is a comic strip fully dedicated to such things… BASSETVILLE by Bryan J. Prindiville. Check that out.
May 21st, 2006 at 2:01 pm
The basset in Mr. Breathed’s strips was named Rosebud.
“Powerful frito corn chips or feet”?
May 21st, 2006 at 2:18 pm
RIGHT! Rosebud!
May 21st, 2006 at 3:36 pm
Actually, Rosebud was a bassalope.
Remember the antlers?
May 21st, 2006 at 6:50 pm
Heh…correct, Marrock.
But that’s who DJ meant.
January 23rd, 2008 at 6:51 pm
My Ginny is the protectress of the house, or even the neighborhood. Her mission is to hold down the evil sofa so it can’t stomp us or fold us into its hideabed depths. She keeps it firmly under her giant feet, which are currently curled up under her. Her eyes are closed. Gases are escaping some opening in her noisilly. A truly scarey beast.
April 21st, 2009 at 10:45 am
The Spirit of A Basset Hound Dog
I was standing on a hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And the spirit of a Basset Hound Dog
Was lying at my feet.
He looked at me with kind dark eyes ……
An ancient wisdom shining through
And in the essence of his being
I saw love there too.
His mind did lock upon my heart
As I stood there on that day
And he told me of this story
About a place so far away.
I stood upon that hillside
In a field of blowing wheat
And in a twinkling of a second
His spirit left my feet.
His tale did put my heart at ease
My fears did fade away
About what lay ahead of me
On another distant day.
“I live among God’s creatures now
In the heavens of your mind
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow’s hue
My leash a shooting star
My boundaries are the Milky Way
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam God’s heavens
Among my basset kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
Gentle breezes rocking me
And dream the dreams of earthlings
And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And Milkbones line the walkways
Just waiting to be found.
There even is a ring set up
The grass all lush and green
And everyone who gaits around
Becomes the Best of Breed.
For we’re all winners in this place
We have no faults, you see
And God passes out those ribbons
To each one, even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel’s arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent
And you stand at Heaven’s gate
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know I wait.