Flaps

Flaps...everyday you made us laugh, but today you made us cry.

We will never forget our little buddy with the velvet ears and stumpy little legs.

Our Flapperdoodle who could sniff out a bag of garbage or the neighbor's compost pile in seconds.

The Basset who would do acrobatics for a pizza crust.

The dog who would roll over for anyone to scratch his belly.

Our first baby. We know that you tolerated BP and you thought BB was a cruel trick.

They loved you though!

We will miss you Flaps!

The Dog Catcher

BP and her Daddy discovered another use for Papa's JD Gator. They used it to seek out and catch Flaps when he ran away this past weekend. The little runaway enjoyed his ride back to our house in the back. Check out his tongue!

"Slaps"...

Flaps, our red and white eigth year old Bassett Hound, ran away for the one millionth time this morning... and he always smells... and he wakes up at 3AM to go potty... and he poops in the garden... and he has selective hearing... and he is PATIENT, KIND, and FORGIVING to our two little girls. He lets them rub his belly and pull on his ears and poke at his eyes and he never complains. We love you "Slaps," as BP would say.