the sherlock holmes mystery

I first met Sherlock Holmes at the Fall Fun Days, 2002, where he weighed in at a massive 78 pounds.  I had recently been approved as a foster home, and he needed a foster home with no stairs, because with his weight problems, his back end didn't work very well, and he couldn't negotiate stairs.  He came into my pack having trouble walking, yet alone jumping up on the couch.  Madelynne Maybelle and Daisy Mae, sister bassets, welcomed our visitor with open paws!

Being a basset, Sherlock did not much care for the diet that was immediately forced upon him, but even so, he managed to get down to a svelte 62 pounds.  He now runs around the backyard barking at the other hounds, jumps up on the couch, and hardly ever limps anymore.

He came to BROOD with a tattoo on his belly, which I began to trace.  It turned out that he was shuffled from one home to another to another, living with at least five different families in his short seven years.  One dreary winter day, he shot me this look while sitting on the couch, as if to say, "Please tell me I'm here to stay.  I've been moved between too many families already."  That's when I knew I had failed Foster 101.  

I often wonder why such a great hound like Sherlock could get shuffled between so many families in such a short time.  He is what I'd call the perfect rescue.  He has no issues, loves everyone, gets along great with the other hounds, and the cats (as long as they aren't running!), can be playful, and will snuggle with you even if you don't think there's enough room on the couch for him.

Thank you, BROOD, for giving Sherlock and myself the opportunity to meet, and share our lives together.

Jeff Kase (foster failure)