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That's funny ... when growing up we had a basset hound and an old english sheep dog at the same time ... sorta looked like that mutt & jeff combo.
Their names were (basset) Andrew Sasquatch Jackson and (old english) Sergeant Major Paddington.
The basset would get a scent and he was off, with the goofy old english bouncing along behind.
"goobers" is the perfect description.
Good for you, Fentonite, for caring for them.
Last time I wrangled two strays I locked them in my barn til the owner could come get 'em. They ate the seat right off my brand new Harley. No other damage...just had a hankering for some Harley saddle, I guess.
They're home! A neighbor on the next block is selling her house, and the realtor left the gate open after a showing. That big goofy one is a "Saint Doodle". I knew they were mixing all kinds of breeds with poodles, but hadn't heard of that one yet. Explains his size though. They were very well behaved, and felt right at home. The Bassett even napped with me on the couch.
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Right on!! Doggie nap time's rule! Glad thier home.
You must have the secret sign on your front door or something...first house the wife and I had, we came up with a stray at least once a month. I figured it was like the secret symbol Gandalf scratched on Frodo's door in The Hobbit. [ROFL1]
Good on ya, Fentonite.
Very cool to hear man! Glad I'm not the only one who is bothered to see pups running free.