To say Charlie has adapted well to his first year of ranch life would be a criminal understatement. He loves nothing more than running free in the fields, barking at an occasional wayward horse, fishing for turtles in our pond, and lounging lazily on the porch of our home.
He joined us when we sorted cattle Saturday morning, following along with our vehicles for over a mile until we reached our spot.
This level of activity does make a Basset tired. Because no matter what their level of physical fitness, Bassets really aren’t famous for their endurance.
But all I have to do is call Charlie’s name, and I know he’ll come running…no matter how pooped out he is.
I had to tell him what a great job he did.
Link: Confessions of a Pioneer Woman.
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