Michael MecklerI have been quite swamped of late, so I failed to mark the exact date earlier this month of what would have been the 18th birthday of my Basset Hound Dermot.
Dermot was an amazing companion, and his interactions with everyone were always a joy. Just yesterday when I was walking Pippin, we ran into a woman who lives a few blocks away out on a walk of her own. While we chatted, the woman mentioned how special Dermot was. (No offense, Pippin. You have your charms, but Dermot was an especially charismatic dog.)
Dermot was also a very handsome example of a Basset Hound, and I showed him in competition, first as a young dog to earn his championship, and then as a veteran (age 7 and over) to earn his grand championship. The photo shows Dermot as a veteran back in 2015, with the ribbons he won that day. Later, he took an owner-handled group placement, which got him a rosette.
Dermot passed away nearly five years ago, and I still miss him every day.
