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)
O
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.
O
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)
N
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!