There are few moments in life that are as predictably hysterical as the moment when a basset hound recuperates from getting soaked. Be it the bath or the rain, these dogs go absolutely bananas once their coats get a little wet.
While Esther and Beau have different temperaments toward bath time (Beau is a big baby; Esther is quite tolerant), they have common temperaments post-bath time. Each dog will streak up and down the house, slipping and sliding on the hardwood floors all the way. Beau, in particular, appreciates the fact that the layout of our house is an awful lot like a donut. Round and round he goes. You really need to come see him scramble for his footing as he turns the corners. He’s just too fast for his own good.
Esther, on the other hand, releases her craziness back on her bed. Once she’s done with the routine streaking, she then alternates between baying and hopping. Now when she hops, she’s not hopping with any sort of direction, neither forward nor backward. No, she’s hopping up and down, landing – on the side of her face – on her large, round bed every time. It’s a striking resemblance to the wild, imprisoned die in a game of Pop-O-Matic Trouble.
Whatever happened to Pop-O-Matic Trouble anyhow?