It’s been almost a year since Carmela, the Basset Hound, left my life, yet I still think of her with such affection, making my heart pump in reverie.
You don’t see very many Bassets here in the Big Apple: Labs, Golden Retrievers, Poodles, even Pits, are the more popular breeds.
Lately, however, there have been some sightings. That recognizable waddle, wiggling like a lady’s maid with stumpy legs and ample hips.
There’s nothing like a Basset, to raise your spirits.
When you Google them, the first thing that’s said is, they’re silly…clownish, is how they’re often described.
And believe me, when I say, it’s no exaggeration they’re the Clarabell of canines.
Carmela made me laugh as if she were doing stand-up. I could see her at The Improv following Jerry Seinfeld.
I’m just so happy, she’s so happy with her new family, but never think for a minute, I don’t miss Tubes, in all her silly, Basset glory.
If you remember, this is her Beyonce look.