Sarah
Sarah was dumped at the Waco shelter by her owners at age 11 in November of 2003. The shelter card was like reading the bio of the perfect pet...., "Not enough time for her---Loves Attention—Housetrained------Will bark when she wants out---Dances when she's happy---Current on shots---Spayed---No bad habits----Walks well on a leash---No health problems----Loves men, women, children---Good with other dogs---Good with cats". We fostered her for NTBHR for a month or two before we decided to keep her for ourselves. She entertained us with her sneaky ability to steal and devour table food without making a sound. Once she carefully removed pigs in blankets from a serving tray, quietly eating several while an NTBHR meeting took place in the next room. At another meeting at our house, she ever so gently picked up a dish of cocktail nuts from the dining table, gingerly carried it to the other side of the room where she proceeded to eat them, without spilling a single nut! She was not a counter-surfer, but a stealth table-surfer extraordinaire! Sarah was the quintessential senior rescue basset, so gentle and kind, mature and sweet. Sarah was a truly a wonderful pet, and willing companion to other foster dogs in our home. She was always a hit wherever we went while promoting NTBHR, whether at a school, senior center, library, or on a home visit. She gave our family and friends nearly 5 years of unconditional love and that wonderful classic basset companionship that we all admire in this breed. The people who dumped her certainly never appreciated her for the stoic senior lady in pearls that she was. We’re so glad she shared the last 5 years of her life with so many NTBHR volunteers, and that she found her forever home with all of us. She will be sadly missed. Mike & Sam Cox

Roscoe and Lizzie
Roscoe and Lizzie came into my life as NTBHR’s 800th and 801st rescues and as my 7th and 8th fosters on February 25, 2008. They were a bonded pair found as strays that ended up in a local shelter. Both had been neglected and very sick. Roscoe had a severe case of heartworms. He was classified as a Stage 4 out of 5 stages. About two weeks after arriving in my home they both came down with URIs. Roscoe was able to get over his first round of infection when he caught it again. It wasn’t until late March that he was able to start his heartworm treatment. Roscoe didn’t survive the treatment. He was to far gone to fight the heartworms. We lost him on April 23rd. Lizzie was the sickest out of the two of them. None of us thought she would survive all that was wrong with her but she did! She pulled through liver issues, weight issues, heartworm treatment and infection after infection! She was a true fighter! Lizzie crossed to the Bridge on June 18th in her sleep. Nobody knows for sure why except maybe she was ready to be with Roscoe again.

Ch Beard's War Wagon
Our wonderful boy, Ch Beard's War Wagon, aka "Tanker" left us on Wed., May 7, 2008. He was 13 years and 7 months old. Tanker was sired by our CH Beard's Pancho Villa, and his dam was CH Ambrican Nicolette. Tanker was always a clown, both in and out of the show ring, and gave us many years of pleasure. He also sired several litters, and still has descendents in the show ring--he is the grand sire of our Skalawag's Cherokee Rose, and Skalawag's Dark Angel (Miss Hattie). He also sired at least two champions. Tanker finished his Championship with five majors--even though he didn't need the last one--we kept him in the show that day to hold the major! He just couldn't seem to lose that day, even though I stacked him crooked, and the judge came over and straightened him up! He also was famous at the vet's for eating rocks. The poor boy just couldn't seem to leave them alone--he had at least three surgeries for rock removal, and finished his championship in between surgeries. He also was known to grab hot dogs from people at ringside as he was going around the ring--without even breaking stride! Tanker had to have his spleen removed about three years ago--he had several tumors in it. Fortunately, they were not malignant. In the last couple of years, he had problems off and on with his digestive tract, but managed to pull out of the problems and do well. However, about two months ago, he again stopped eating, lost weight, and spent some time with the vet getting his appetite back. He just never fully regained what he had lost, and finally quit eating completely. Bob and I loved him too much to watch him just fade away, so we had him euthanized on Wednesday. He was a wonderful dog, and we will miss him. Kathryn & Robert Beard

Cloe, Nov 11, 2007
In December of 2003, I was rescued by a beautiful tri-colored basset by the name of Cloe (#544) It was love at first sight for both of us, and Cloe & I became one. She was quite the girl, full of herself and full of love, there was not a mean bone in her body. I was amazed at the major role she took in my family. Cloe, better known as “Cloelove” by all who knew her and everybody in my town who knew her, (town is 6 blocks by 6 blocks). She was always ready for another adventure, and we had several. She loved to ride on the tractor, the big truck, or just the pickup, she would even sit on the seat and cruised town on my Harley with me. She loved to go. She loved to eat and never missed a snack, she even ate watermelon by volume. She made all the baseball games and was a regular at the concession stand. She could give `em “the look” and get a corndog in a heartbeat. Those eyes melted more than just me. I miss the ole bed hog. Life will never be the same without you, my love. Lost Cloelove to cancer 11/11/07 I had her cremated and got her a right fine urn and a pocket urn for me. Ole Cloelove is with me every day, everywhere I go. Great people at www.pinehillpet.com Lost without my Cloelove, Jessie James Denton Terral, Oklahoma

Pumpkin 10/22/07
About seven years ago I was fostering for NTBHR and was asked to take care of a sweet girl that someone found wandering around on a golf course. She was being called Bogey and she bonded with my beagle mix and so we decided that she should officially become a member of the family. I adopted her (her tag number was 475) and since she was orange and round and seemed to perk up she I used names starting with a "p" I started calling her Pumpkin. Pumpkin was a real character-never met a stranger and was completely convinced that everyone she came across wanted to stop and visit with her. And most everyone did-neighbors, landscapers, deliverymen they all stopped to pet her and she loved it. Until recently we took daily walks and it was the highlight of her day.One neighbor kept cookies as treats for her so Pumpkin would stop at her house and sit on the driveway until the lady came out with a cookie and a hug. Sadly, she died last weekend of cancer and I miss her terribly but will always remember all of the joy she brought. I have attached a photo of Pumpkin doing another of her favorite things-lounging. Donna Howard