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Cindi    Posted 02-14-2003 at 03:10:35       [Reply]  [No Email]
..........and took a little nap on the way. Snored like a chain saw. Awwww, that's so cute we said. Ha ha, yeah.
The first thing he did when released at home was attack our sharpei/hound mutt. Our dog Elvis is a reasonable dog. He knew the bloodhound could whip his tail with one paw tied behind his back, so in about three minutes the new guy became top dog. It set my teeth on edge, but I was still willing. The bloodhound, who we took to calling Duke as his proper name took fifteen minutes to say, claimed the biggest doghouse on the place, the one right under the living room window. At dusk he crawled in, lay his head on the sill of the dog house door and promptly began to snore.
He continued to snore to the point that I had the television on full blast and still had trouble hearing it. My husband passed through on his way to the bathroom, groggy with sleep.
"Is that thunder?" He asked. I didn't laugh, because that's what I thought at first too. "No, that's that stupid dog." I replied through gritted teeth. Which is exactly what I called him for the rest of his stay.
The next day, I found out about bloodhound slobber. In case you don't know, bloodhound slobber has a life of it's own. It comes out of the dog's mouth in great big gobs and sticks to anything and everything and continues to move on it's own long after the dog has moved away and begun working on a new gob. When the dog shakes it's head, the goo flies like ectoplasm and getting hit in the face with it makes you want to scald your skin with boiling ammonia to remove any and all trace of it.
And talk about stink. We bathed him almost immediately. In fifteen minutes he smelled just like he did before. I got on the internet and did some research. I found out that bloodhounds have a 'very rich odor'. That's putting it mildly. That dog stunk. Bad. How anything that smells that bad can use it’s smeller so good is beyond me. You’d think he wouldn’t be able to smell anything but himself. Putting a collar on him was like trying to tie a bow around Jello pudding. To get it tight enough to do any good, it looked like he was choking to death, which he wasn't, but he was smart enough to know that if he looked pitiful and uncomfortable, we would remove it. Which we did. From that point on there was no controlling him.
Last but not least, was the 'little eye condition'. The second morning after we got him I went out to feed and here came Duke, wagging his tail, thrilled to see me, smearing me with his drool. I will give him credit for being a very friendly dog, and excellent with the kids, but I swear by all that's holy that dog looked like Cujo about three quarters of the way through the movie. The stuff coming out of his eyes looked like if it were seen in a bowl on a buffet table, it might be good on a potato chip. This was the second morning. By that afternoon I had put all my energy into getting rid of this dog. I approached my husband with my plan and he told me that he had gone along with the idea of getting the dog to please me, and really had no time for the dog and to do what I could to find him a home.
As luck would have it, a few days later I was talking to a business acquaintance on the phone. The subject of the dog came up. Before I said anything I couldn’t take back I asked him how he felt about the breed.
“Oh I love ‘em.” He said, much to my delight. “I wish I could get another one, but they’re expensive.”
“But they snore…” I said carefully
“Not any louder than I do..” He replied
“What about the smell…” I say.
“You think they smell? I hadn’t noticed that.”
“What about the drool?” I asked, shuddering.
“Washes right off with a little soap and water.”
Needless to say, the dog was boxed up the very next day and on his way to Sarasota.
I think bloodhounds are like kids. If you start out with them early enough you get to the point that you can ignore all the bad stuff and focus on the good and love them anyway. I didn't go through puppyhood with that dog. We had no history, and I did not have a chance to get used to him gradually, and love him unconditionally. I know the new owner and he’s a good man and meant what he said. He’s one of those rare special people who has it in him to truly love a bloodhound.

Jimbob    Posted 02-14-2003 at 07:26:18       [Reply]  [No Email]
I am bad enough in the house, we can not stand a house dog per my wife.

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