Basset Hound Clubs

10/14/2026

𝗔𝗺 𝗶 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝗬𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗿 𝗡𝗼.🖤

10/14/2026

For six nights, their Basset Hound refused to leave the nursery. On the seventh night, his barking woke Hollis’s parents at 2:47 a.m.

In a quiet farming town in Ontario, a young couple brought home their first baby during the winter. Hollis had been born five weeks early, weighing only 4 pounds 11 ounces. Doctors said she was small but stable and sent her home with a monitor as a precaution.

They also had a nine-year-old Basset Hound named Barney.

Barney was gentle, slow-moving, and happiest when he could sleep somewhere warm. He had never been around a newborn, so the nursery door stayed closed for the first two weeks.

On the fifteenth night, he nudged it open.

He walked to the crib, folded his long ears beneath him, and lay on the rug until morning.

The next night, they guided him back to his bed.

Barney returned to the nursery.

By the third night, Hollis’s mother noticed something on the baby monitor. Barney wasn’t really sleeping. Every few minutes, he raised his heavy head, looked toward the crib, listened, and rested again.

Fourteen times that night.

They counted.

By the sixth night, they let him stay.

Then, at 2:47 a.m. on the seventh night, Barney stood suddenly and barked. He moved toward the nursery door and kept barking until Hollis’s mother came in.

Hollis wasn’t breathing normally. Her skin was pale, and her lips were faintly blue.

They called for help. Paramedics arrived and took her to the hospital.

The family never knew what had caught Barney’s attention. They knew his barking had brought them to Hollis when she needed them.

Barney is older now. He takes his time walking down the hallway and sleeps through most afternoons.

But every evening, he still makes his way into Hollis’s room and settles beside her bed.

When Hollis learned to talk, she began calling him “Barney.” Now she says goodnight to him before she falls asleep.

He had chosen that place beside her crib long before she could say his name. 🐾❤️

10/08/2026

Finally had it at our Home Depot!

10/08/2026

10/08/2026

Sad news 💔
Drew McIntyre’s beloved Basset Hound has passed away 🐾
Rest in peace, sweet little one 🕊️

10/03/2026

The shelter manager stopped us before we entered the kennel area and said quietly, “If you take the male Basset Hound out for a walk, don’t shut the door on the female. She’ll panic and could hurt herself trying to reach him.”

We had come to the shelter planning to bring home just one dog.

Our farmhouse has a big yard, but we still have a budget to think about. One dog felt responsible. Manageable.

Then we saw them.

Two Basset Hounds pressed tightly together in the back corner of a kennel, sitting on a thin blanket against the cold concrete wall. Their long ears rested against each other, and their heavy bodies were touching so closely they almost looked like one dog with two faces.

Their shelter names were Diesel and Nova.

A volunteer told us they had already been returned twice—not because they were aggressive. The staff described them as gentle, patient, and incredibly loving.

The problem was their bond.

If Diesel left the kennel without Nova, she panicked. She cried, scratched at the door, and trembled until he returned. If Nova disappeared from sight, Diesel paced and whined like his entire world had suddenly fallen apart.

They weren’t difficult.

They were just deeply attached to each other.

The shelter was running out of space, and staff had started talking about separating them to make things easier.

I watched Diesel slowly rest his heavy head across Nova’s shoulder.

Both Basset Hounds were trembling slightly, their soft eyes watching every person who walked past.

My husband looked at me.

Then he looked back at the two frightened dogs.

He didn’t ask about the budget.

He picked up two leashes.

“We’re not the kind of people who split up a family,” he said.

So now our farmhouse belongs to two gentle Basset Hounds. They share the couch, follow us from room to room, and somehow manage to take up the entire bed with their long bodies and enormous ears.

Our vet bills doubled.

Our bed became smaller.

But our home became fuller.

Bringing both of them home became the best decision we never planned to make.

If you want to see Diesel and Nova today—safe, inseparable, and finally loved—comment “Diesel,” and I’ll show you their update.

10/01/2026

Tommy said… anyone hating on him in the comments need to eat more broccoli, it makes you stronger 🥹

Tommy said it not us 😬😅🫶🏼