Meet Kirby.
Kirby. The Kirbster. The Kirbinator. Our secret blend of Kirbs and spices. Kirb.
A little over two weeks ago (it has been a teency bit crazy in my world of late), Amy went to a Washington Basset Hound Rescue benefit in Seattle just to give Sally some exercise. Though I didn't tell her, I didn't want to go. Not because I don't like dogs but because I knew there would be some dogs there that would break my heart and make me take one or more home. As a bleeding heart, tax and spend liberal, this is a weakness of mine. I got out of going due to some disaster at work but the end result was the same.
Amy didn't bring a dog home but she brought home some pics she'd taken with her camera phone of a boy dog named Sammy who had been abandoned by his owner at the previous weeks' Basset Rescue Benefit. Amy was appalled that he'd been abandoned in this manner but I thought it was just about the best thing this guy had done for Sammy. I been if you're going to abandon a dog, do it at a place where you know he'd be cared for and the Basset Rescue would no doubt do this.
When I saw his picture, I had little doubt he'd be ours soon. He's supposedly pure Basset but I suspect he's got something else in him due to the size of his noggin and his lack of droopy eyes. Anyway, he's pretty damn cute but we're his 5th home. It took us about a week to coordinate a visit with the Seattle chapter of Basset Rescue run by Alexa who must have the biggest heart in the world. I think she had 20! Bassets and a very old mixed breed dog the night we picked up Kirb.
We changed his name to Kirby because Sammy was just too close to Sally, our other Basset Hound whom we adopted in a similar fashion back in the summer of 2004 (Sally also had five previous homes). Kirby and Sally got along pretty well from the start and sleep together in the same (very large) crate every night. A few tussles over food every now and then but for the most part are BFF (best friends forever). The cats and Kirby get along well though Grace has asserted her dominance a few times (Kirby wasn't hurt, just humiliated) to let Kirb know who's the boss in the house. Even so, he's got a good home now and is one lucky dude.
You can see more pictures of Kirby in my Kirby Flickr Photoset.
On the subject of Sally, the story of her adoption (which we didn't even know existed until we adopted Kirb) can be found HERE.
