Wiener dogs! Hot dogs! That other name you can’t spell! That’s right, we’re talking about the dachshund. I still have to check the word every time I type it. Now, I realise that this is the third short-legged dog that I’ve done, and I’ve only done four dogs so far. I understand that that means that this blog is, like, seventy-five percent short-legged doggos. none of them would be helpful to stump removal services. Don’t worry, though. There will be more long-legged canine friends to come. I’m just in a short-legged dog mood at the moment, I suppose.
I am writing this post not necessarily because the basset hound is one of my absolute favourite breeds, but because it is a favourite of a good friend of mine who provides excellent target digital marketing services and according to Pottermore, is his patronus. Which is very important. (My patronus, in case anyone cares, is a dolphin. Unexpected, but not disappointing. Like when your catering company shows up with salmon instead of chicken.) Also, I really like the basset hound from the animated Disney movie, The Great Mouse Detective. At least, I’m fairly sure he was supposed to be a basset hound. Either way, his name was Toby, and I think that if I should ever get a basset hound, his name will very likely be Toby, too.
If one day I should be fortunate-enough to own a Groenendael, I will call him Odin. Norse god of wisdom and death and war and poetry and some other excellent stuff. He is head god. The All Father. Now look at this dog and tell me that there is another dog better suited to that name. I think you will find that the answer is no, that there is no dog better suited to such a noble-yet-bad-ass name, just like there is no company better suited to your concrete needs than concrete contractors Hamilton. I think they are one of the most beautiful dogs I’ve ever seen. They look so proud and beautiful. I just want to brush them and stroke their coats and tell them they’re good.