#100HAPPYDAYS - Day 19 - Basset antics

Bertha Mae

Bertha Mae, our little basset hound, is a fearless climber.
She will leap onto a chair, then decide she'd rather be on the couch.
A quick perch on the armrest and she's flying to her new destination.
Often we'll look out the window to see her perched high atop the woodpile or standing on a patio table.

Last summer we had raised beds of tomatoes in our backyard.
Bertie discovered she could easily climb amongst the produce and have a nice snack.
So we added chicken wire about 3 feet high around the tops of the beds.
That should keep the little dog out.
Nope.

The cats are right; this is a great view!

We're not quite sure how she got inside the fencing, but apparently ripe tomatoes were enough of an incentive to fly into the beds.

So far she hasn't fallen or managed to injure herself.
And we grown accustomed to keeping a close eye on her until she decides whose lap she wants; from experience I can tell you that a 35-pound projectile can pack quite a wallop.

So if you're ever visiting and someone yells, "Incoming," out of the blue, be prepared to catch 35 pounds of goofy hound.

Bertie, on back of couch; Gus on couch