Many of my fans are probably wondering why some call me “Bluepaw.” Here is the story…
When you have a sense of smell as acute as mine, you pick up fascinating odors all over the house. For instance, cell phones give off a pleasant metallic odor (and they crunch nicely between your teeth). Malt balls have a distinct chocolatey scent that can even be detected when they are hidden in plastic Easter eggs. As I discovered one day, pens also have attractive scents.
I was lying in the middle of the living room. None of my family was around, and truth be told, I was one bored hound dog. I caught the scent of ink, and soon I had dug through the magazines on the coffee table with my nose and located a pen. When you have massive paws, removing the cap of a pen is a little tricky, so I gripped the pen between my paws and chomped.
Eventually, I got sick of chewing on the pen and left its remains in the middle of the living room. I wandered through the house, going about my business. You know, sniffing Cat, snoozing, watching the squirrels in the neighbor’s yard, and snoozing. Eventually, my family returned and Sister Fairy bent down to give me a belly rub. I rolled over, but she caught one of my paws.
“Woody,” I recall her telling me, “your paws are blue! What have you been up to?”
I looked at my paws in horror. What indignity! A Basset Hound with blue paws? I would never live this one down. I tried to lick the ink out of my white fur, but it was too late. The ink was dry. Since then, “Bluepaw” has become a sort of nickname for me around the house. It’s not like my siblings have never gotten ink on themselves! But everyone seems to think it’s funny when a Basset Hound dyes himself blue… but that’s the story.