Spring 2016  Saber Tails 13    

Petit Basset Griffon Vendéen Club of America

‘Tails’ from the

CLOWN HOUND FILES 

Haunted House?

Story contributed by Betty Henslee

Starring ‘Eden’ (6 months old)

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ne afternoon in December, I was sitting in the family room enjoying 

some quiet time and I noticed something moving out of the corner of 

my eye.  I looked up to see our upright vacuum cleaner moving deliberately 

and steadily across the floor.  Mind you, it was not running but moving si-

lently from the south side of the room to the north side.  It was going at a 

fairly fast rate of speed. I was thinking we might need to have an exorcism as 

my mind, filled with images from Poltergeist, tried to find a logical explana-

tion for what I was observing.  It was then that I noticed the cord trailing out 

through the doggie door.  Yep...Eden had the plug end of the cord firmly in 

between her teeth and was taking that vacuum outside. Not sure what she 

planned to do with it but she is definitely a determined little rascal when she 

gets her mind made up about something!  Whew!  What a relief.  We won’t need a priest after all.

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ur hounds are most definitely entertaining!  Most of us were told when we began researching PBGVs that their 

owners must have a sense of humor.  And they MUST understand that they may not be as clever as their dog!  

PBGVs have been bred to excel at problem-solving skills.  It’s what makes them great hunters and also what makes 

them mischievous little imps!  If you have a brief story about your clown hound to share, please send your write up 
to Tiffany Cannon at alwayspbgv@aol.com.

 

Not A Deadbeat Dad...

Story contributed by Tiffany Cannon

Starring ‘Aslak’ (5 years old)

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ot long after our Aslak x Cricket litter was born, I went on an overnight business trip.  

My husband is perfectly capable, but I am still nervous leaving the babies for any 

period of time.  Before heading out to dinner, I called to check on the puppies.  As my 

husband was reassuring me that everyone was fine...he suddenly exclaimed...”Wait, what 

is that?!?!?  I’ve got to go!”  I waited an agonizing 10 minutes until Bill called back to tell me 

the tale.  Bill went into the bedroom to let Cricket out for a potty break and to check on the 

babies.  He removed the whelping box door and Cricket happily hopped out and started 

down the hallway.  At the same time, Aslak ran into the bedroom with a toy in his mouth.  

He headed for the whelping box and dropped the stuffed animal in next to the 10 day old 

puppies.  Cricket had no problem with Aslak being around the babies but she still stuck around to keep an eye out.  

She hopped back in the box, grabbed the toy and started licking it.  This is about the time Bill thought what a realistic 

looking toy she had and started putting 2 and 2 together.  This is also about the time he abruptly hung up on me.  

Aslak had NOT brought in a toy.  Aslak had dropped a freshly killed squirrel into the whelping box!  As Bill grabbed for 

it, Cricket protectively jumped out and ran with it in her mouth with Aslak and Bill close behind.  Luckily, he got the 

critter away from Cricket quickly but took an extra few minutes to change the bedding in the box before calling me 

back.  Never one to give up his treasures, we decided that Aslak was just trying to bring dinner to his family!