“How do you find the situation, Captain?” Commodore John Lynwood asked his first mate.
He had to look down a good five feet to see his first mate where he had taken up residence in an old flower pot, curled about himself with his head hanging over the side, his long ears flopping over his face. The captain didn’t look at all comfortable, but the dog had not moved in some time, so he supposed he enjoyed his current position.
“I will translate that to mean you find the situation admirable,” Jack concluded and clipped the last of the roses to fill the basket at his side.
In case you are just joining us, allow me to introduce you to Lady-Barks-a-lot and Captain Licky.
My dedicated writing partners hard at work. So how could I not put a Basset hound in one of my books? Basset hounds are French in origin, coming from the French word “bas,” meaning low or dwarf. It is rumored that Lafayette gave some hounds to George Washington at the end of the Revolutionary War. However, when this story takes place, the Basset hound was still being developed as a breed and was often referred to as a Basset-type hound, as I wrote in To Save a Viscount. It wasn’t until 1935 that the AKC recognized the Basset as an established breed. (Don’t click that link unless you are ready for some extreme cuteness!)
And I know you’ve been curious, so here it is. This is what a Basset hound birthday party looks like.
A favorite at our house!