We had a Basset Hound in the 70s. Claude was his name. What a personality! He spent his summers across the street @ a prestigious golf club. He would do tricks for the members on the patio and the cooks would feed him. He would not eat the Alpo my mom was giving him in the evening. She thought he was dying. We eventually told her that Claude was now dinning @ The Old Elm Club. She laughed so hard!
Hopefully outside! Ha