Bein' bassety

Today I wuz finkin' 'bowt whut it is wike to be a basset.  Snuggly.  Drooly.  Stubborn, but not evry time.  Fast an' slow.  Yup, togevver...fast 'n' slow.  Playful, silly...sumtimes goofy.  But wun fing peeple don't awlways notiss iz we ar careful.  Leery.  Thotful.  Not impulsive.  Not uzhully, ennyway.  Bassets ern trust an'  trust carefully. Maybe dats cuzza ware we came frum, or maybe we iz born wif it...don't reelly know.
I do know dat I bin a gud boy fer kwite a wile now an' az I am draggin' Daddy's pants owt ov da baffroom, Mama iz not watchin' cuz she be too trustin' hehehe.  She finks I am over bein' nawty.  Well, mostly.  But O I wuv doze buttins.  Dey iz so crunchy.
But dis makes me fink ov a hyooman fawlt.  Too trustin'.  Dat iz why dey get dere harts broken so eezy.  Dey reely beleev dat a fwend iz a fwend.  Dey ar so hurt wen anudder pawson goze for da frote.  But see?  Dat iz wy we bassets play fite wif eech udder...den we ar prepared.
We do miss owr fwends an' famly wen day go away.  But we lern to liv NOW, in da moment iz whut mama sez.
Mmmmm...an' she shud reely try deez crunchy buttins.  Oh...an' I'm not werried cuz I am shur she will put a noo wun on fer nex' time.  BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!!