If the hounds could talk...
Maybe they could tell us the story of where they have been and how they got their war wounds.
I heard the following song for the first time last night and thought how appropriate it was for many rescued animals who have wounds and heartache that they cannot tell us about so we go on forward day to day always wondering.
This picture is of Roscoe's ear wounds that we will never know from where they came.
Many bassets in our care have come from puppy mills and other terrible situations that they cannot tell us about - so we shower them with love and affection and make all the rest of their days wonderful ones.

The Story by Brandi Carlile

All of these lines across my face
Tell you the story of who I am
So many stories of where I've been
And how I got to where I am
But these stories don't mean anything
When you've got no one to tell them to
It's true...I was made for you

I climbed across the mountain tops
Swam all across the ocean blue
I crossed all the lines and I broke all the rules
But baby I broke them all for you
Because even when I was flat broke
You made me feel like a million bucks
Yeah you do and I was made for you

You see the smile that's on my mouth
Is hiding the words that don't come out
And all of my friends who think that I'm blessed
They don't know my head is a mess
No, they don't know who I really am
And they don't know what I've been through but you do
And I was made for you...