This poem says it all. The House of Puddles needs our help.
The House of Puddles
There is a house where love abounds
A house of Senior Basset Hounds
There are no walkers or depends
Just lots of happy Basset friends
We are the old ones who have turned gray
And now get to live another day
We all are happy and well fed
We even have our very own bed
Our Mom works hard, it costs a lot
And we are grateful for the things we got
If you could help we would be glad
That no other hound would be sad.
So check the purse strings of your heart
Just a few dollars could be a start
We all will thank you with a great Arooooo
The House Of Puddles and our Mom too.
By Ken Johnson, bassethoundtown.com’s poet Laureate
P.S. I have an idea: Instead of buying birthay or holiday gifts this year for adults, donate to the house of puddles in their name. Comments?
More Later…Cat, Chaps and Emma
Comments(3)
A cause dear to my heart. Everyone please support it and if you are a Drooler look out for the next BIG HOP RAFFLE and buy lots of tickets. The prizes are always good.
Wilbarston England
Gus took your advise Cat,Chaps and Emma. He just made a donation to HOP for my Fathers Day gift. What a wonderful gift. Maybe other Houndies could make a donation to House of Puddles for their Dads!!!
Kip and Gus
Dear Gus, you are the most thoughtful hound ever! I am so proud of you dear boy! As usual, your generosity is something we all aspire to. There are alot of old hounds woofin’ your name right now!
We love you Gus, and Happy Father’s Day Kip!