Beckham’s latest alpha dog trick is to not come in with Satchmo and me. Instead he waits on the top step until we get all the way down the walkway, then he comes running and barking and trying to be first in the door.
(Added): I wanted to explain about the harnesses because I get a lot of emails about them. Bassets have really thick necks and small heads and, for example, when Satchmo hears a loud bang he’ll turn and bolt for home (he’s a lot like Roger L. Simon themanwhocreatedmoseswine like that) and slip a conventional collar. We never had that problem with the Cooder The Best Dog That Ever Lived™. So, in Satchmo’s case, we went to the harness. It just something we stuck with when Beckham came along. Not that it doesn’t make handling him a lot easier.