My name is Hamilton and I have Devon wrapped around my paw!
Hamilton howing in from Daphneyland wants a word!
Older than dirt plus a day – that’s me, Hamilton. I am proud to say I own my Aunti Devon, lock stock and barrel. Just look at what she’s doing for me!! (It is all about me).
Once upon a time I had another life, its been so long ago that my alzheimers has kicked in and I forgot where home was – I found myself in an Animal Shelter – and thats when I met my Aunt Devon. She rescued me you see… and she just loves me. The feeling is mutual.
We share a dream.
Aunt Devon and I have woofed, and we think a big beautiful building up the hill from Daphneyland would be a great place for all the hounds just like me that find themselves without a home. Warm and comfy and full of us senior basset citizens that the world forgets about. Not my Aunt Devon – she loves us old guys and knows that we have so much love to give and spark left in our bark. It just takes time. Us seniors find homes but it takes about 9-12 months to find a home for us, someone special enough to be willing to consider just a few years of total adoration, thats where the Senior Basset Center comes into focus.
Close your eyes…. oh wait, you need to read….. okay, imagine if you will….
5 acres on a hill and a big senior basset house – some people might call it a kennel but its a house to us.
Big bedrooms for us older guys who get aches and pains during the fall and winter, heated and air conditioned of course. The gentle sound of music playing in the background to ease our days. A large room big enough for volunteers to come and give us seniors massages, spa days and just to hang out in on yucky weather days. A bathroom would be mandatory as the human basset slaves don’t like tree’s as much as I do. A kitchen of course, every basset needs a kitchen!! How can bassets beg treats if there is not a kitchen around?
Big windows so we can watch the wonderful sunsets here in the golden years of our life from our vantage point on comfy couches that are worn just right to give our bones the wonderful rest we have earned.
Play yards for Senior Basset Shuffle and walks, greeting areas for potential adoptive families that are trying to earn our love – we may be old but we are basset royalty, you must cater to our whims in order to earn our adoration. Catering tips have been given by our associate Stretch…
Each of us seniors have our own style, dreams and ambitions.
In my golden age I like to water. I water trees, fence posts, benches. It is my mission in life and one I fulfill daily. I need more trees. more fence posts and lots more benches. I you water a bench on one side, you can always sleep under the other, benches are a WONDERFUL thing!
The Dream. A place where senior hounds can live in comfort and peace until the day comes when we go to our homes…. whether that home be here on earth or whether that home is the great dog park in the sky that we like to call The Rainbow Bridge; every hound should have a home. Young or old.
That is our dream, Aunt Devon and I.
Please help.
Hamilton – The Senior
Daphneyland Sanctuary Hound
Senior Basset Center Co-Dreamer & CEO
Older than dirt plus a day
