Sir Charles J. Tedd of Agmar, affectionately known as Hoss Dogg, was a loveable dog who just happened to be a purebred basset hound. He was happy go lucky and a loving companion to his mistress, my mother, Claudene Richardson. He came into our lives shortly after the death of my father, PJ Richardson. Some friends from Bakersfield were looking for a good home for their beloved Hoss, and we felt it necessary to have a dog for security reasons. Hoss fit the bill beautifully. Mom did scoff at first, saying that if anyone ever broke in, Hoss would lick them to death, but would hardly turn protective. But she changed her tune when my sister, Linda, playfully lifted a rolling pin over mom's head in a teasing gesture. Hoss bared his teeth (no mean feat for a bassett hound), the hair bristled on his neck, and he growled low and evilly in his throat. We never doubted his watchdog capabilities again.
As he grew older, Hoss eyesight failed and arthritis made it difficult to move around. He had several cancerous tumors and the painful decision was made to send him to Heaven. He is still sorely missed by his family.
As he grew older, Hoss eyesight failed and arthritis made it difficult to move around. He had several cancerous tumors and the painful decision was made to send him to Heaven. He is still sorely missed by his family.
Sir Charles J. Tedd of Agmar, affectionately known as Hoss Dogg, was a loveable dog who just happened to be a purebred basset hound. He was happy go lucky and a loving companion to his mistress, my mother, Claudene Richardson. He came into our lives shortly after the death of my father, PJ Richardson. Some friends from Bakersfield were looking for a good home for their beloved Hoss, and we felt it necessary to have a dog for security reasons. Hoss fit the bill beautifully. Mom did scoff at first, saying that if anyone ever broke in, Hoss would lick them to death, but would hardly turn protective. But she changed her tune when my sister, Linda, playfully lifted a rolling pin over mom's head in a teasing gesture. Hoss bared his teeth (no mean feat for a bassett hound), the hair bristled on his neck, and he growled low and evilly in his throat. We never doubted his watchdog capabilities again.
As he grew older, Hoss eyesight failed and arthritis made it difficult to move around. He had several cancerous tumors and the painful decision was made to send him to Heaven. He is still sorely missed by his family.
As he grew older, Hoss eyesight failed and arthritis made it difficult to move around. He had several cancerous tumors and the painful decision was made to send him to Heaven. He is still sorely missed by his family.
