Basset Hound Rescue of Southern California
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Basset Hound Rescue of Southern California
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LUCY
I first met my adoptive parents when they came and picked me up from a kennel to foster me. They didn't know it then, but I set my sights on them to become my new adoptive family. I got to their house and found an obnoxiously playful little brother, and one big comfy couch. I soon established that I was in charge and we went from there.
I came from a troubled background. I was a breeding dog and had a couple litters of puppies before being given up by my owners because I couldn't breed anymore. The scars on my tummy are evidence of cesarean sections. However, it is not the physical trauma that was the worst - it was that nobody paid attention to me except to deliver my puppies. I am a queen hound and deserve all the attention and spoiling in the world. True, I do still have a few emotional issues - I hate people trying to pick me up or manhandle my belly (reminds me of the old days), but I forget those most days as I am too busy sunning myself, playing or napping to remember.
Still thinking that I was only their foster, mom took me on a home visit to a couple that were interested in adopting me. I knew that this was my chance so I nonchalantly walked around their house and started peeing everywhere. Don't get me wrong, I am COMPLETELY potty-trained; but, I had to show them that I had already chosen my new family and that I was not available. Wanting to preserve their floors, the family quickly passed on me. Soon after, mom and dad received a phone call from a man interested in adopting me. I gave them the "You know you want me" look and they decided that couldn't give me up. Took them long enough! I knew from day one that they were mine and I tell them every day how grateful I am for their loving kindness and understanding.
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