Every so often, I feel a need to tie this blog back to it's title, and so here is your update on the titular basset hound in the BVI. On Monday, we spent a lazy and satisfying afternoon on the porch with the dogs.
When HB went for a stroll through the garden, he took Roscoe with him
but poor Flash, who can't be trusted to wander around off leash without trying to dash through a privet and out of the garden, had to watch from behind bars.
I made it up to Flash later, though, by providing him with one of his favorite treats, a floor-dwelling human.
One happy basset.