Rest In Peace Dally

On April 29 2009, Dally had finally hit the deep end. She had been suffering from a painful bladder infection weeks before, but by this time it was spiraling out of control.
On the morning of April 29th Dally was frantic. She had to go to the Bathroom really bad, but nothing happened. When she'd come in the house she immediately wanted to go back outside. She was scared. I then went to school and mom took her to the vet. Dally had a tumor and cancer on her bladder. It was about 4 times the size of her bladder and if she didn't go into the vet that day, her bladder would have burst. The vet tried to save her by taking all the cancer out, but was unsuccessful. My mom said good-bye to her.

When I can home from school with Savannah, I went down the hall and found my mom and dad sitting on the couch. They looked completely sad. I asked my mom where Dally was because I noticed the house was really quiet and no Basset Hound greeted me at the door. My mom just shook her head.. she couldn't say anything.. I didn't know what to say. That's when I knew.....

Dally was a great dog. She lived 10 happy years. I remember when I was little and we went to pick her up. I wanted to call her princess and I'm glad we never did. My mom named her Dally. I remember that there was three Basset hound puppies, I wanted a tri one and my mom wanted the black and white one... In the end we choice the odd one out.. and never looked back. I remember when we finally went to pick her up in that parking lot behind the mall. I gave her my pink blanket and she rode on my lap home.

Dally was a perfect puppy, well in my childish mind I thought so. I used to pick her up and carry her around. I'd play childish games with her. She was my detective dog or police dog in many of them and for some strange reason I made her eat her dog food in a bowl of water. "Breakfast Time!" I'd tell her.

Dally was a very active Basset Hound, she was one in a million. She loved the out doors, she loved walks, and camping. I remember she'd sit in the camper and wait till we left and wouldn't leave her spot. She never wanted to be left behind on camping trips.
On walks, she always trotted around. I always found my arms spread apart as far as they could go. Katie on the front end, PULLING as hard as she could, and Dally trudging along in the back, her collar jiggling, smelling the ground, I regret not being able to start tracking with her.

I never really had problems with Dally, The only problem was her nose.

Dally loved Carrots and potatoes.. I remember that Dally used to run to the garden when the snow was gone and the ground was still hard and eat the left over carrots... that couldn't have tasted good. She'd do anything for that orange treat.

Dally started Agility in May of 2008. I didn't know it then, but Dally started to teach me a lot about handling and how to do it properly instead of just flailing my arms around. I knew I wanted to compete with Dally some day. She showed everyone that any dog can do agility and love it. She showed everyone not only Border Collies can do agility, that even if your slow and accurate you can win the race. That's how Dally got her name CanDream's Slow N' Steady....

I really miss my Basset hound... My Dally Lomma, my Sat sat. She taught me a lot about life, to live it to the fullest. I hope she taught other things too. She was a teacher and a great dog. She did anything for anyone, but with the stubborn Bassetness. I will never forget my Dally, or what she did for me. She was a one of a kind dog that could never be replaced. I don't know if I could ever own a Basset Hound again because of the impact of Dally.

So here's to Dally! I miss you Dal! You were so amazing...
Rest In Peace Baby Girl!
~Alyssa

Picture from the earlier times when I used to dress Dally up: