I don't have a Basset Hound. I have a sainted border collie/whatchamacallit with webbed feet named Missy. She's an angel.
Unless she's barking all night or killing feathered creatures.
But moving on...
Today, I discovered that I don't need a Basset Hound because I have Charissa. She is more than willing to give me my daily dose of gravitationally-challenged facial expressions.
Who teaches her these things?!
I think it's our English heritage.
They tend to get a bit jowl-y...
|"Oh hello. I'm back. Did you miss me?"|
Maybe I should warn her about her face freezing that way.
|"We're done now. Turn off the camera."|
I just like taking pictures of her. She's pretty gorgeous.
Unless her face freezes that way.
It's like the Phantom of the Opera on both sides of her face.