We send our heartfelt condolences to Presley’s family as they grieve her loss. Her family includes two HHBR boys Hank and Charlie, that Presley cared for and taught them the household basset rules.
We share her families tribute to her. “We adopted Presley from North Texas Basset Hound Rescue in late December 2014, where she was being fostered with a couple of her siblings (and she was known as Ginger at that time). She was a tiny 10 pounds and only about 12 weeks old when she joined our older adopted basset hound Ellie, who we had taken in after she was abandoned near a friend's ranch a few years prior. Little did we know this was the beginning of our “Basset Hound Era” as we were obviously now in love with their goofy personalities and loving spirit. Presley eventually became the subtle alpha of our pack, as we added Charlie from Helping Hands Basset Rescue several months after the loss of Ellie. Then, we experienced “foster fail syndrome” in December of 2022 after agreeing to babysit Hank for the holidays, (also from HHBR). Presley graciously welcomed each of these pesky boys into the family, while also making sure that everyone knew that she was still the princess and would always be the one in charge. She did her best to teach them the importance of laying on dog beds with your chin on the front window sills to watch world go by every day. She then worked on teaching the boys that it’s essential to bark at every dog who walks past the house, how to howl when we empty the dishwasher, the importance of begging for “cookies,” and that chasing each other around the backyard was the best game in the world. She tried to also tell them that the red laser pointer dot on the floor was cool to chase, but the boys didn’t really understand that one. She loved to snuggle and share her beds and blankets, but was also quick to put them in their place when she was over it. We were nowhere near ready to say goodbye to our sweet girl so quickly. It hurts so
Please uplift one of our beloved foster families. We sadly share that Cheryl Crane and family lost Walter last weekend. He was a cherished member of their pack and he will me missed by them all. We send our heartfelt condolences as they grieve their loss. 🐾❤️🌈
Bella has the spirit to reclaim a little happiness. We will do our part to make this chapter of life filled with romps in the sunshine.
Sasha found the toy baskets! She’s on a staycation while foster mom is on a vacay 😂 She has also been doing an excellent job chasing the squirrels that try to raid the bird feeders!
Some dogs are just special. Sweet, gentle Jasper, was worthy of being called special. We sadly share that he crossed the rainbow bridge earlier this month. He was deeply loved in his foster home and then when he was adopted the flood gates of love opened up. We share the tribute that his loving family shared which us. Our heartfelt condolences go out to them as they grieve this loss.
I met Jasper one week shy of three years ago at a HHBR event at Barnes and Noble. I sat on the floor with him, he ground his face into my knee, and I knew that he was my dog.
Jasper had just turned 10 when he came home with us. To us, he’d always been a sweet old man. He dozed much of the day, rousting himself to give one of us a woofing if we left and came home or ambling down for a boisterous Basset 500 and then napping off the effort. He snored. He had a sideways paw and an ever evolving list of minor medical conditions that required medication schedules so complicated that we sometimes printed spreadsheets to keep track of what to do when. Sometimes he’d go for a walk in the yard and seem to break all four legs. But when he wanted some loving, he did a fancy high-stepping walk with a big grin.
He was a dog of habits. And his habits became our habits.
Dinner was at 6:30pm. Around 6:00 he’d sit directly in front of you, stare dolefully, and silently puff his cheeks. Until you inevitably got up around 6:15 to feed him early. Directly after dinner, he’d need a knee. He’d come find us and grind his face into a knee while he got his ears rubbed. Then the after-dinner bathroom break. And then a nap until it got dark. After dusk, we’d open the front door and shake the greenie container to bribe the big scary black cat back inside so that the coyotes didn’t get him. Of course, the cat had long since learned to hide just out of sight until after dusk in order to get treats. The shaking of the greenie bin woke the dog, who came running to get his dental bone. Which he woul
We are sad to share that HHBR alumni CiCi crossed over the rainbow bridge recently. We offer her wonderful guardian, Rachel, our heartfelt condolences.
Cici came to us from a hoarding situation out in rural central texas. She had tumors on her mammary glands and after 5 hours of surgery, she was delivered to her amazing foster mom. Her foster lived in a 3rd floor apartment at the time & carried her up & downstairs to go potty. This is when Rachel says she fell in love with her. The rest and best part of Cici’s story is shared by her mom, Rachel below.
Cici spent her golden years as an only animal in the house which she whole heartedly enjoyed. She loved her treats, vegetables, fruit, and anything else human food! Her favorite activity was “hunting” for carrots or celery hidden throughout the house after coming inside from a walk. She loved going for long, slow walks so she could take in all the smells! She also loved when mom would get deliveries because she got to tear open the boxes so mom wouldn’t have to do it herself. She was mommas shadow and always kept her in her eyesight. When mom got the vacuum cleaner out, it became a battle of two old enemies. Cici would always win and it’d have to go back in the closet. Cici hated baths but it always gave her the zoomies! Even the neighbors knew how much she disliked baths because mom would get an earful that could be heard several houses down. People often said her eyes felt like she was staring into your soul. She was a gentle, kind, and loving soul. After getting her freedom ride from Joanne at HHBR, Cici spent her days showered with love and pampering. She is deeply missed. ❤️🐾🌈
HHBR Alumni, Lucy, letting everyone know she has a new sweater & is ready for the chilly temps we are having tonight in Central Texas. Show us how your hounds are ready for the chilly weather!
We offer our heartfelt condolences to the Saunders family. They honored HHBR Chloe with a beautiful tribute last week when she crossed over the rainbow bridge.
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“Tomorrow we say goodby to our sweet Chloe girl. In 2008, I was at Melissa's house and saw her and went, "Huh. I didn't know I needed a dog." I wasn't looking for one, but I knew she was mine. So she came home with me and we've been together ever since. Before I met Charlie or had kids. She is the best bassett hound on the planet, sweet and gentle and patient.
Her very favorite thing to do is sleep. In the sun, preferably. And to eat. Especially if she isn't supposed to. She hit a point around 10 years old where she decided she was done with walks and would go about three houses before laying down in somebody's driveway until we carried her home. It was hilarious.
It is past time to let her rest, but we will miss her dearly, me most of all. So because the rest of the weekend is going to be the absolute worst, here are a bunch of photos of this delightlful, goofy, amazing girl.”
We extend our deep condolences to the Garner Family, who were the loving guardians of Lola. She had a home filled with love and cookies for the last chapter of her life. She was Lisa’s little shadow and will be missed deeply. She was sweet and loved when the grandkids visited.
We shared a wonderfully funny story of Lola’s antics previously but it’s worthy of being shared again.
Please read all the way to the end. 🐾❤️🐾
Oh Lola!! Our Foster Coordinator received a few frantic text messages about Lola’s antics recently. 1st msg from foster mom: “Lola ate 7 of these. (See cookie photo below)I had them put up high. I guess it wasn't high enough. She ate the plastic too.”
2nd msg from foster mom(about 4 hours later): We have found all the bones except for 1. She buried them all over the back yard. She keeps bringing them in one at a time. They are still sealed.
I keep telling her what a good girl she is and give her a treat each time she brings one in. 😂🤣.
Oh, Lola!! We hope that you hide all the cookies and enjoy eating a few too. Until we meet again, sweet girl. 💕🐾🌈
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Lucy is on a trial visit & clearly enjoying herself!
🐾❤️🌈 We are sending the Gunn family our heartfelt condolences as they grieve the loss of their beloved, Buster.
They shared some of their fond memories with us. “Buster was a happy, sweet, mischievous boy who loved his family, his buddy Bear, and his many friends of the two-legged and four-legged kind. He was a rock star at the HHBR gift wrapping fundraiser at Barnes and Noble in 2019. He loved wrestling with Bear, rolling in the grass in his back yard, car rides, walks in the park, and salmon skin.”
Buster was deeply loved by all that knew him. He will be missed and we are grateful that his life was full of love. ❤️🌈🐾
Helping Hands Basset Rescue is a 501(3)(c) Not-For-Profit, volunteer organization dedicated to saving the homeless basset hounds of Central Texas.
