Basil was a sad, sweet dog. His coat was wavy and curled so cutely across his forehead. Basil got at least one grooming every week, and he did just as fine as anyone could hope for. He wasn’t ever very jazzed about eating like the others, nor about doing whatever it took to fetch a ball clear across the field or from the middle of a lake. We took Basil with us camping, and he f … [Read more...]