It’s March, so if you have a beautiful day, you have to have at least one day of not so nice weather.
Sure it doesn’t look too bad in this photo, but…
Holy Bassets!, the wind out of the northwest!
As an aside, if you ever have wondered why Basset Hounds have such big paws, well, it comes down to that we need good anchorage when the wind is flying our big ears.
Porter eight years ago today had another beautiful March day.
In the morning he took a hike once again to Cube Stone Meadow.
In the afternoon? Basset oh basset, Porter got to ride the motorcycle again!
But wait! Twelve years ago, Sheriff George also had a gorgeous March day.
And he too got to ride the motorcycle!
But you know what? Dad packed the car. I’m headed to be with Mom again!
That makes me a lucky basset!!!