Hello from Emma Basset, I have a new story to tell you.

    I see animals in my yard from time to time. I don’t know who they were. They don’t seem to want to bother me so I leave them alone, too.
One day my lady was in the computer room. She likes it in there. I was in the living room. I caught the smell of something that had never been in our house before. I went investigating. There it was. It was not very large. It was black with a little white on its’ front legs. Definitely not a people! Definitely not a Basset Hound. I went closer for a sniff. It started to growl at ME! I ran for my lady. She was busy doing something with the computer. She wouldn’t listen to me. I went back to check on the animal. I was there for a long time trying to figure out what it was and what it wanted.

    Then my lady finally appeared. “What are you growling at, Emma,” were the first words out of her mouth. It wasn’t me growling. It was that black thing. I moved a little closer to the black thing to show my lady. My lady said it was a poor cat that had come in through the puppy door. She went over to the “cat” and picked it up. BAD IDEA! That wasn’t a house cat. That was a feral cat looking for something to eat. It tried to eat my lady. Well, it bit her hand and scratched her arm. My lady let go really fast.

    The cat went running. No one was going to bite my lady and get away with it! I ran after the cat. I barked. I told it how much trouble I was going to give it for biting my lady. The cat jumped on an end table, then to a basket thing, then tried to climb the wall by clawing at the pictures. The pictures came tumbling down. The cat fell behind a chest. I was right on its heals until that point. My lady showed up. She tried to get the cat out from behind the chest. The cat would not budge. She then said the best thing for us to do was to open the slider and go to the computer room and wait for it to leave.

    We waited a long time. Then we went out into the living room hoping it would be gone. It was still behind the chest. Every time one of us got close to it the growling would start again. My lady didn’t know how to get it outside. I figured I could take care of it if I could get hold of it. My lady had an idea. She made a noose out of a thin rope and a broom handle. She slipped the noose around the cats neck and “led” it outside. As soon as it was loose, I went running after it. That cat jumped to the top of my fence in one bound! I didn’t know anything could do that. A Basset Hound surely can’t. Away it sped. 

    Now I know what part of my job is. I must keep the yard free of cats. They hurt my lady. There will be no cats allowed in Emma’s yard.

I’ve got sniffing to do. Talk to you later,
Emma Basset