I’ve received a couple of emails asking if everything is okay with Huck.  Yes indeed, Huckleberry is in good health and high spirits.  I haven’t kept up with this blog because….well….my husband started it and dropped it in my lap, and I’m far too busy throwing balls, going for walks, tending to chickens,baking goodies, and generally being a slave to a hound to post regularly.  Maybe the mister will take it over again, but rest assured that Huck is alive and well and living the dream.

This photo was snapped on 10/26 while Huck modeled his Halloween costume.  Notice that he was polite enough to remove his hat indoors.  Such a gentleman.

This is Huck with his peanut butter cup.  When I need a break from his suffocating affectionate company, I take this little condiment cup and spread the inner walls with peanut butter.  Keeps him busy for ages trying to get to every last bit.  But now he has started carrying his peanut butter cup around and  begging for more.  I may have created a monster.

July29th -  This is Huckleberry not looking one bit guilty about helping himself to several baby bell peppers from the garden.  Not guilty at all, in fact…I’d say he looks pretty pleased with himself. 

We’ve been terribly lazy about posting on Huck’s site lately.  We plead temporary insanity due to the dog days of summer!  Rest assured that Huckleberry is alive, well, and spoiled rotten.  He’s wiling away his days stomping through flower beds, chasing butterflies, and barking at a peacock who wandered into our yard and decided to stay.   It’s a busy life.

Huck is really enjoying his new play yard.  He can still check everything out and keep an eye on the chickens, but he stays safe.  Everyone is happy now.: )

Hello,my name is Huckleberry and I have an insect problem.  It  started with the occasional moth just for kicks, but before I knew it I  had a serious cicada problem.  I let my personal hygiene go and ignored  family relationships in pursuit of my next bug.  I’ve even  used stink bugs when I couldn’t get a cicada. Today I hit rock  bottom when I tried to eat a wasp.  Tonight I finally had to admit that  I have a problem when I was caught with a mouthful of fireflies, some  still glowing.  My name is Huckleberry and I’m a bug-aholic.

Hello,my name is Huckleberry and I have an insect problem.  It started with the occasional moth just for kicks, but before I knew it I had a serious cicada problem.  I let my personal hygiene go and ignored family relationships in pursuit of my next bug.  I’ve even used stink bugs when I couldn’t get a cicada. Today I hit rock bottom when I tried to eat a wasp.  Tonight I finally had to admit that I have a problem when I was caught with a mouthful of fireflies, some still glowing.  My name is Huckleberry and I’m a bug-aholic.

We decided to make a small prison play area for Huck.  He’s usually with one of us when we’re outside and has plenty of freedom to roam, but for those quick potty trips or naps in the sun we knew he needed a safe place.  Now he’s got a nice grassy area with a shade tree as well as the deck to call his own.  We’ve been spending these pleasant early summer evenings sitting on the deck while Huckleberry stays busy trying to eat fireflies.  I think he likes his little garden spot.

When we were preparing the deck for staining, Boxcar Willie (the neighborhood hobo cat) popped in for a visit.  Huck loves Willie.  Willie tolerates Huck.   I don’t think that Huck understands that it’s not a game if only one is playing.

We sat out on the deck tonight & watched fireflies and discussed the day. Huck came out to join us and Mickey decided to give him a good brushing since he’s been shedding like a member of the Hair Club for Bassets.  Huck loves to be brushed.  Loves it.  He pays in big sloppy kisses.  That’s why Mickey is the designated brusher.  I get my share of Basset saliva from pulling foreign objects out of his mouth.

It’s been a while since we’ve posted here. The month of May has been busy & filled with college graduations and family gatherings.  Huck has enjoyed all of the above.  He’s a very popular boy - must be that animal magnetism. He’s well-liked by family,neighbors, and various delivery folks.  But he seems to have a special place in the heart of our local UPS guy.  We receive a lot of packages, and this is how they arrive on our doorstep now.  Huck has started racing to the door when he hears a UPS truck and then whines when it doesn’t stop at our house. Spoiled rotten.