i love bassets! (i'm a HUGE hound lover, so totally biased). But there's something about their wrinky skin, their sweet nature and calm tempermant. I love their bark (but again, i gre up with three Beagles, so i'm used to the lovely trumpet of a hound dog!). My aunt had one when i was very small and didn't understand to leave animals alone. I remember that my brother and i practically tortured poor keisha with kisses and hugs and pets and we fought over her a million times, but she never bit at us, she never once got mean. She just sat (or lay) there with a calm look on her face and patiently waited through our attention so she could have a good nap.
the world needs more bassets!
