After Toby's passing in August 2018 it took us a while to get over losing him. It took just one year, in fact. By Summer 2019 we were ready to take in a new puppy.
I narrated subsequent events — the acquiring and naming of our new family member — in my November 2019 Diary.
|Our first picture of Basil, on the back seat of the family car being driven home.|
|Basil's second day in his new home. Rosie calls this the Simba Picture.|
|Basil with Dad, three days later. He was such a tiny thing, I could hold him in one hand.|
|Two weeks with us now, and quite at home.|
|The Christmas picture. My photo software has red-eye correction, but nothing for blue-eye.|
|Now six months old, Basil has asserted staircase privileges. From here he can keep an eye on both the living-room and (through the living-room window) the street outside.|
|He has also made friends with the little girl next door. "Friends" is putting it mildly; they play together for hours.|
|Basil does not treat his toys gently. Should you lead a wicked life, then die and be committed to Hell, you may end up as one of Basil's toys. His particular delight is to disembowel a squeaky toy to get at the squeaker, which he then pulls out.|
|Relaxing with Mom.|
|Basil among the leaves, 7½ month old.|
|For his eight-month birthday, Basil's Mom assembled a little movie album of pictures.|
|Early September 2020: Coming up to his first birthday, ready to assume adult responsibilities.|
|Basil's first birthday party. Note the candle. Also the spiffy new doggie door — his birthday present from Dad. This replaces the door I installed for Boris in (I think) 1996. Twenty-four years, three pooches: We got our money's worth out of that door.|
|Early February 2021: Basil l-o-v-e-s the snow. Notice his tongue hanging out — that's Basil's way of indicating extreme happiness.|