There was something about this old gal, Lucy, that I was completely enamoured with. So much so that I felt the need to stop her owners and ask if I could take a few photos of their baby. She reminded me a lot of my favorite childhood pet from the 70's named Lady Bird, in honor of former First Lady Claudia "Lady Bird" Johnson. Our Lady Bird was a Beagle-Basset mix, with identical features of a full-blooded Basset with the exception of only slightly shorter ears.
After being hit by a car when she was only a couple years old, we always knew Lady Bird was nearby due to the awkward little clickity clack sound of her toenails scraping against the pavement or hardwood floor. Her slight limp made her distinguishable from all the other dogs in the neighborhood.
Gosh, I loved her. Sadly, she needed to be put down at the age of 17 due to failing health. It was the first time I saw my dad cry.
So, yes. I felt a connection to Lucy as brief as the encounter may have been...but I truly did. She had a sweetness in her eyes that flooded me with memories from long ago.
A few weeks after meeting her, I was on a buying excursion and found this beautiful vintage paint-by-number of a sad-looking little Basset tucked away among other junk on a shop floor. Was it some sort of sign?
As always, take care and keep on junking!