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February 17, 2012 10:16 AM Subscribe
BBBBbbbaaassseeeettttt HHHHhhhhooooouuuunnnnddddd (SSSLLLYYYTTTT)
A little more long shots of dog dong than I expected.
posted by 2bucksplus at 10:23 AM on February 17, 2012 [14 favorites]
posted by 2bucksplus at 10:23 AM on February 17, 2012 [14 favorites]
Watching Basset ears, jowls and wattles in slow motion is great fun. Watching Basset testicles in slow motion is less so.
posted by Faint of Butt at 10:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [5 favorites]
posted by Faint of Butt at 10:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [5 favorites]
My internal dialogue kicked in around :45 forcing my brain to revert to "Gimme dat pig, I'ma gonna get that piggy". I wonder if I have a problem...
posted by RolandOfEld at 10:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by RolandOfEld at 10:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Are you certain that's not a weiner dog?
posted by bonehead at 10:27 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by bonehead at 10:27 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
A little more long shots of dog dong than I expected.
Who put the dong in the long-a-dog-a-ding-dong?
posted by griphus at 10:28 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
Who put the dong in the long-a-dog-a-ding-dong?
posted by griphus at 10:28 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
Someone didn't listen to Bob Barker.
posted by eugenen at 10:32 AM on February 17, 2012 [2 favorites]
posted by eugenen at 10:32 AM on February 17, 2012 [2 favorites]
And oh god of course the related videos have puppies.
They keep steppin' on their big floppy eeearrrssss awwhahaha
posted by six-or-six-thirty at 10:33 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
They keep steppin' on their big floppy eeearrrssss awwhahaha
posted by six-or-six-thirty at 10:33 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
What was the name of the comic strip with a bassett hound as central character?
posted by infini at 10:33 AM on February 17, 2012
posted by infini at 10:33 AM on February 17, 2012
I always feel bad for Bassetts, that the breeding decisions of previous generations of owners amount to a cruel joke on them. Stubby legs & too-loose skin combine to almost handicap them for no discernible reason beyond the amusement of humans looking at them. I think it's just kind of mean.
posted by scalefree at 10:34 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by scalefree at 10:34 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
do yourself a favor and mute the music, it improves the experience immensely
posted by idiopath at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by idiopath at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
What was the name of the comic strip with a bassett hound as central character?
Fred Bassett.
posted by carter at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
Fred Bassett.
posted by carter at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
Apparently a cross between a basett hound and a pug is called a "Bassugg" and looks like a melting puggle.
posted by griphus at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by griphus at 10:35 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
I always feel bad for Bassetts, that the breeding decisions of previous generations of owners amount to a cruel joke on them. Stubby legs & too-loose skin combine to almost handicap them for no discernible reason beyond the amusement of humans looking at them.
Maybe it has been bred to an extreme, but the Basset's size and skin are for a purpose. The dog was intended to run through low brush in France. Hounds have floppy skin as an aid for when/if they get into a fight with their prey.
-Proud owner of a Basset/Beagle mix, or a Bagle Hound.
posted by The Power Nap at 10:47 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Maybe it has been bred to an extreme, but the Basset's size and skin are for a purpose. The dog was intended to run through low brush in France. Hounds have floppy skin as an aid for when/if they get into a fight with their prey.
-Proud owner of a Basset/Beagle mix, or a Bagle Hound.
posted by The Power Nap at 10:47 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
^ He's a rescue, darn this no edit thing...
posted by The Power Nap at 10:48 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by The Power Nap at 10:48 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Proud owner of a Basset/Beagle mix, or a Bagle Hound.
A dog specially bred to hunt down breakfast for Britta from Community?
posted by Bulgaroktonos at 10:54 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
A dog specially bred to hunt down breakfast for Britta from Community?
posted by Bulgaroktonos at 10:54 AM on February 17, 2012 [3 favorites]
Like all "purebreds" Bassetts have a lot of health problems--but I've known show-quality dogs that lead long, happy and healthy lives. Breeding standards should be changed to emphasize healthier traits (and a somewhat less "loose" skin would be part of that), but there's no reason to assume that the very happy looking dog in this video is some sort of suffering mutant.
posted by yoink at 10:54 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by yoink at 10:54 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
A dog specially bred to hunt down breakfast for Britta from Community?
Ours isn't up to standard, he's only good at hunting up fallen avocados for himself.
posted by The Power Nap at 10:56 AM on February 17, 2012
Ours isn't up to standard, he's only good at hunting up fallen avocados for himself.
posted by The Power Nap at 10:56 AM on February 17, 2012
My parents still remember, with considerable shock, the moment they encountered a Bassett/German Shepherd cross (Bassett body with a German Shepherd head, tail, and coloration). It was a service dog, apparently; the owner told my parents it did double-duty as a great conversation starter.
posted by thomas j wise at 10:56 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
posted by thomas j wise at 10:56 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Met a bassett/dalmatian cross once, that was the weirdest-looking dog I'd ever seen. Think Dalmatian with extra-big ears and teeny-tiny legs.
(The second-weirdest is my neighbor's shar-pei/English bulldog cross. Looked like a particularly deep-chested pitty mix until I saw his face. Sweet dog, though.)
posted by restless_nomad at 11:10 AM on February 17, 2012
(The second-weirdest is my neighbor's shar-pei/English bulldog cross. Looked like a particularly deep-chested pitty mix until I saw his face. Sweet dog, though.)
posted by restless_nomad at 11:10 AM on February 17, 2012
VERY disappointing that there were no slow-motion scenes of the basset running. THAT is a sight to see.
Had a basset when I was a kid. He grew up surprisingly strong and agile, as in, with his short legs, he could easily leap up into your lap even after he was over 60 pounds. Which was kinda cool but often painful.
AND IT'S ONE T.
posted by oneswellfoop at 11:18 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Had a basset when I was a kid. He grew up surprisingly strong and agile, as in, with his short legs, he could easily leap up into your lap even after he was over 60 pounds. Which was kinda cool but often painful.
AND IT'S ONE T.
posted by oneswellfoop at 11:18 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
AND IT'S ONE T.
Oh that's where it went! (I originally typed "pity mix" which is something completely different.)
posted by restless_nomad at 11:20 AM on February 17, 2012
Oh that's where it went! (I originally typed "pity mix" which is something completely different.)
posted by restless_nomad at 11:20 AM on February 17, 2012
I watched about half of the video before turning the volume on, and I found the music a little disappointing for such a serious-looking dog.
Much better. (mute the basset video)
posted by specialagentwebb at 11:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Much better. (mute the basset video)
posted by specialagentwebb at 11:24 AM on February 17, 2012 [1 favorite]
Reminiscent of that well-known Vitalic music video.
posted by Nomyte at 11:35 AM on February 17, 2012
posted by Nomyte at 11:35 AM on February 17, 2012
Basset Hound German Shepherd mix
Basset hound mix gallery
posted by zippy at 11:40 AM on February 17, 2012 [5 favorites]
Basset hound mix gallery
posted by zippy at 11:40 AM on February 17, 2012 [5 favorites]
AND IT'S ONE T
Damned Bassett's Liquorice Allsorts have got me all confused.
posted by yoink at 11:42 AM on February 17, 2012
Damned Bassett's Liquorice Allsorts have got me all confused.
posted by yoink at 11:42 AM on February 17, 2012
Aren't avocados a no-no? I've not had a dog for decades (my cat is an only animal and that's the way he intends to keep it), but I do try to keep up.
posted by cookie-k at 11:47 AM on February 17, 2012
posted by cookie-k at 11:47 AM on February 17, 2012
Avocados contain persin which is a known toxin to dogs, but the amount needed to trigger the diarrhea and vomiting seems to be fairly high in proportion to the amount present in the fruit.
Our vet said the weight gain from all the fat in the fruit is more of an issue than anything.
There is also brands of dog food that contain avocado.
posted by The Power Nap at 12:33 PM on February 17, 2012
Our vet said the weight gain from all the fat in the fruit is more of an issue than anything.
There is also brands of dog food that contain avocado.
posted by The Power Nap at 12:33 PM on February 17, 2012
Upon further reading, the Persin is only in the pit and skin. Parts I take away from him anyways.
posted by The Power Nap at 12:37 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by The Power Nap at 12:37 PM on February 17, 2012
Are we sure this wasn't directed by Zack Snyder?
posted by shakespeherian at 12:38 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by shakespeherian at 12:38 PM on February 17, 2012
VERY disappointing that there were no slow-motion scenes of the basset running.
http://www.metafilter.com/102797/Did-you-get-my-good-side
You're welcome.
posted by tspae at 12:45 PM on February 17, 2012
http://www.metafilter.com/102797/Did-you-get-my-good-side
You're welcome.
posted by tspae at 12:45 PM on February 17, 2012
A little more long shots of dog dong than I expected.
If you like pictures of dogs that look like they're cocks, you'll LOVE this.
[Link title not mine. It's too perfect to change.]
posted by rory at 12:57 PM on February 17, 2012 [2 favorites]
If you like pictures of dogs that look like they're cocks, you'll LOVE this.
[Link title not mine. It's too perfect to change.]
posted by rory at 12:57 PM on February 17, 2012 [2 favorites]
I'm headed over to MetaTalk to request a pony... that pony being that EVERY FRIGGIN' FPP should be about dogs...
we would argue less, right???
posted by HuronBob at 5:07 PM on February 17, 2012
we would argue less, right???
posted by HuronBob at 5:07 PM on February 17, 2012
Aaawwww, Bassets. A Basset broke my heart once.
Roscoe was a deep-chested, drooling, baying, ear-swinging, skin-going-wub-wub-wub Basset who lived about two blocks away from the house I grew up in. He was an odd color, with black all down his back and ticking on the white fur, no fawn anywhere. The neighborhood where I grew up was a weird little bubble in time where the eighties and early nineties acted more like the sixties or seventies, and it was perfectly normal to have dogs and packs of kids running around unsupervised all the time.
"HEY, CAN YOUR DOG COME OUT AND PLAY?" we'd ask. And the dog would come out, and we'd play.
Roscoe either had very inattentive owners or was very good at escape. I don't know which. I don't remember when he first started coming around, but to eleven-year-old me, having sixty pounds of ear-flapping and tail-lashing Basset coming at you was just THE BEST THING EVER. We became friends quickly. I'd roam the neighborhood with my bicycle and a crappy Instamatic camera, and Roscoe would happily follow along, nose to the ground, ears sweeping up what scents he could get from the asphalt.
"Nice dog!" people would yell.
"He's not mine!" I'd tell them - my dog Sadie was a 85lb woolly mammoth space cadet who, if let off leash for five seconds, would make a run for Canada. (Walking her by myself was fun; I was a small child but she was an angel on leash.)
I begged my mother to keep him. He got along fine with Sadie, and with the mob of stray cats that ran around, and the neighbor dogs, but not so much the neighbor kids, which is why my mother put her foot down. One kid approached me a bit too quickly for Roscoe's taste and he let out this sort of grrwuf noise, hey, you behave and it spooked the girl. That was it. I could hang out, but Roscoe couldn't be ours.
The elementary school I attended was also about two blocks away, and that was no obstacle at all for a determined hound accustomed to running free and following his nose. I was walking from class to class one day when - and I know this sounds like something out of a story, but it really did happen - I saw a gaggle of teachers surrounding Roscoe, sitting quietly but not in the least bit apologetic, more proud of himself that he'd figured out where I went during the day.
"I know that dog!" I said.
"Is he yours?" I was asked.
Err.. not really, no, he wasn't, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
I'm not sure if I saw Roscoe around much after that. I don't really remember, childhood being what it is - a distracted jump from one new interesting thing to another. I never found out what happened to him, either. I hope his owners wised up; I don't want to think of anything else.
Looking back at this as an adult it's ridiculously irresponsible, even if I am (and always was) a dog charmer, and if something like that happened now I'd corral the hound until I could get it back home. I have pulled over to catch stray dogs before - they always come willingly. HEY HEY HI! YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE!
But every time I see a Basset I think of Roscoe, and how badly I wanted to keep him, and how much he seemed to want to keep me, and how I couldn't because I was a kid and not in charge of those things.
I think about getting a Basset someday, but nothing in reality could possibly compare to the memory of being a kid on a bike with a happy hound following along - Mom, can we keep him? God, I wish we had.
posted by cmyk at 5:10 PM on February 17, 2012 [8 favorites]
Roscoe was a deep-chested, drooling, baying, ear-swinging, skin-going-wub-wub-wub Basset who lived about two blocks away from the house I grew up in. He was an odd color, with black all down his back and ticking on the white fur, no fawn anywhere. The neighborhood where I grew up was a weird little bubble in time where the eighties and early nineties acted more like the sixties or seventies, and it was perfectly normal to have dogs and packs of kids running around unsupervised all the time.
"HEY, CAN YOUR DOG COME OUT AND PLAY?" we'd ask. And the dog would come out, and we'd play.
Roscoe either had very inattentive owners or was very good at escape. I don't know which. I don't remember when he first started coming around, but to eleven-year-old me, having sixty pounds of ear-flapping and tail-lashing Basset coming at you was just THE BEST THING EVER. We became friends quickly. I'd roam the neighborhood with my bicycle and a crappy Instamatic camera, and Roscoe would happily follow along, nose to the ground, ears sweeping up what scents he could get from the asphalt.
"Nice dog!" people would yell.
"He's not mine!" I'd tell them - my dog Sadie was a 85lb woolly mammoth space cadet who, if let off leash for five seconds, would make a run for Canada. (Walking her by myself was fun; I was a small child but she was an angel on leash.)
I begged my mother to keep him. He got along fine with Sadie, and with the mob of stray cats that ran around, and the neighbor dogs, but not so much the neighbor kids, which is why my mother put her foot down. One kid approached me a bit too quickly for Roscoe's taste and he let out this sort of grrwuf noise, hey, you behave and it spooked the girl. That was it. I could hang out, but Roscoe couldn't be ours.
The elementary school I attended was also about two blocks away, and that was no obstacle at all for a determined hound accustomed to running free and following his nose. I was walking from class to class one day when - and I know this sounds like something out of a story, but it really did happen - I saw a gaggle of teachers surrounding Roscoe, sitting quietly but not in the least bit apologetic, more proud of himself that he'd figured out where I went during the day.
"I know that dog!" I said.
"Is he yours?" I was asked.
Err.. not really, no, he wasn't, and there wasn't anything I could do about it.
I'm not sure if I saw Roscoe around much after that. I don't really remember, childhood being what it is - a distracted jump from one new interesting thing to another. I never found out what happened to him, either. I hope his owners wised up; I don't want to think of anything else.
Looking back at this as an adult it's ridiculously irresponsible, even if I am (and always was) a dog charmer, and if something like that happened now I'd corral the hound until I could get it back home. I have pulled over to catch stray dogs before - they always come willingly. HEY HEY HI! YOU SPEAK MY LANGUAGE!
But every time I see a Basset I think of Roscoe, and how badly I wanted to keep him, and how much he seemed to want to keep me, and how I couldn't because I was a kid and not in charge of those things.
I think about getting a Basset someday, but nothing in reality could possibly compare to the memory of being a kid on a bike with a happy hound following along - Mom, can we keep him? God, I wish we had.
posted by cmyk at 5:10 PM on February 17, 2012 [8 favorites]
Basset hound mix gallery
posted by zippy at 2:40 PM
No breed can resist those sexy little Bassets!
posted by orme at 5:19 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by zippy at 2:40 PM
No breed can resist those sexy little Bassets!
posted by orme at 5:19 PM on February 17, 2012
"It takes quite a while for jellies to set."
posted by The otter lady at 6:26 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by The otter lady at 6:26 PM on February 17, 2012
The sad thing about all those funny folds and that loose skin is the terrible smell and itching caused by the usually prevalent skin condition in Bassets. Having once rescued a BH that needed weekly bathing and oiling to keep him from stinking us outta the house--never again! Cute and sweet, but stinky and dumb.
posted by BlueHorse at 8:05 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by BlueHorse at 8:05 PM on February 17, 2012
Our basset hound/something else maybe mix is a wonderful dog. Though he has one speed and it is not slow.
posted by Saminal at 11:11 PM on February 17, 2012 [4 favorites]
posted by Saminal at 11:11 PM on February 17, 2012 [4 favorites]
Thanks, The Power Nap, that's reassuring, because I was really getting confused trying to look it up on the whatchamacallits.
posted by cookie-k at 11:42 PM on February 17, 2012
posted by cookie-k at 11:42 PM on February 17, 2012
Saminal, The Baron! Awesome spinner!
posted by thinkpiece at 9:07 AM on February 18, 2012
posted by thinkpiece at 9:07 AM on February 18, 2012
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