New Season, New Beginings

It's been a very strange week. Last Saturday, it all started as normal in the kennels and there was nothing to suggest that my whole world was about to change. Then, late in the morning, a couple of strange humans turned up and I found myself hauled out of the pack and going on a long journey – what had I done to deserve this! The journey was enlivened by me entertaining a French family who were so busy admiring me they almost forgot which side of the road they wanted!

I guess this means I'm not a working Basset any more! On the plus side, I am now allowed in a house with the others in my new pack, and can enjoy my retirement now that we have worked out the pack order – or almost, as Jake (a Springer and therefore psychotic) can't quite accept that I'm number 3 after the humans. I'm sure he'll come round in the end.

Of course, the whole retirement thing was a bit of a surprise. The others at kennels had been talking about how some humans who don't like hunting had been telling stories that hounds who can't keep up with the pack any more get killed off, which had me worried as I struggled a bit last season. So you can guess that I was pretty chuffed to be sent to a new home instead.

This got me thinking about the way that humans say things that are not true or twist things around if they think it will make other humans do something that they want. I guess that some of the humans who don't like hunting have said a lot of things over the years to make others think that what we do is bad, and to make out that it's OK for them to be nasty to us and our humans just because they don't like us. I think that's stupid, and there's no excuse for being violent whatever they think about us.

At least we hounds always let you know exactly what we think about things. And I think that I could have a lot of fun in my new home.