Daisy Reynolds crossed the rainbow bridge on April 22 2017.  My mom and I loved Daisy very much and we miss her everyday. 

Jennifer and Priscilla Reynolds

In May, it would be 8 years of loving our beloved Puck. However, on Feb. 20th, his time came to cross the rainbow bridge. Daddy was there to hold his buddy’s paw on his way over.

Puck was a lover of car rides, treats, begging for people food, getting a tubby at the groomer, paw shakes, ear rubs, sunbathing on the deck, taking the warm seat on the couch the second it’s available, trying to be a lap dog, sleeping, pulling his bed down from wherever I put it when I cleaned the floors, lounging with his daddy, being the foreman on any maintenance job in the house, howling and sniffing everything in sight. He hated whenever his Sissy (Torrie) wasn’t with him, not being fed on-time, the sound of the phone ringing, the vacuum, rain and snow.

He was very sweet, had a mighty howl, ears like velvet (the tips floated in his water bowl when he drank) and he sometimes smelled liked Fritos. We’re sure he would’ve sounded like Eeyore from Winnie the Pooh if he could talk.

He looked thoroughly disgusted in the first picture TSBHR sent us of him prior to the adoption. Sarcastic me knew right then and there he was my meant to be with us! 

Good-bye Puck / Puckers / Pucker-poo / Guadenzo / Old Man Guadenzo / Stinky / Handsome / Buddy / Good Boy / Baby / Mr. Whiteface / Mr. Wigglebutt / My crooked-legged SOB. We couldn’t have loved you more. Rest In Peace.

This weekend, February 3rd, 2018, would have been seven years since Tri-State Bassets united me with Fester.

Many owners understandably describe their dogs as the “perfect” pets.  But in fairness, Fester was not, he had his share of faults.  He did not get along with other animals, grew suspicious of humans in his elderly years, got car sick, and always had anxiety issues.

The anxiety worsened in his old age.  He grew bothered and was no longer the content dog he was when younger.  Initial medication did not work, and sadly, a few days before Christmas, it was time to say goodbye.  He was thirteen. It was the most painful experience of my life.  I try and remember the happy times but it is still a challenge.

But as they say, no not perfect, but perfect for me.  He taught me discipline, responsibility, and selflessness.  I truly learned the meaning of unconditional love which no human, not even family, have come close to match.  He was a loving dog, shamelessly grabbing my hand constantly so I could pet and give him attention.  In his eyes, I could do no wrong.  He lived for me and I was humbled and amazed.

I am forever grateful to Tri-State Basset Hound Rescue for their expertise in matching Fester with me.  I may have been the one taking care of Fester, but he taught me much.  If I am ever fortunate enough to make it to the Rainbow Bridge or the gates of Heaven, I hope Fester is there to greet me, thankful and happy.  I miss him every day.  Rest in peace to my best friend.

EmmyLou came to our farm several years ago at the age of twelve or thirteen. I vividly  remember our first meeting. She was transported from New Jersey to Boston, where she spent Thanksgiving, then to meet us at a Rest Area off of I-95. She seemed reluctant to come with us.

There was a hint of Past Dark times in her life. But as is usually the case we were left to speculate and draw our own conclusions.

She had a bright and outgoing side at times, especially when she was on a walk with her pack. She had to always be in the lead, and when she tired, she would just stop, turn around and bark for everyone to follow her home.

We were told by one of the Specialized Vets that we brought her to that she could only live a maximum of 6 months. She proved them wrong... she lived well over another year.

Ironically, in an effort to make her more comfortable, what should have been a simple procedure ended up with most likely a medication reaction, leading to her gut wrenching demise.

We will miss Miss Emmy and her spunk.