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Basset Hound


Basset Hound profile

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Lifespan: 8-12 Years

Avg height: 25-35cm

Avg weight: 18-27kg

Coat type: Medium length, double coated, silky, flat or slightly wavy

Coat colours: Tricolour, brown and white

Originally bred for: Trailing rabbits

Breed traits: Calm, stubborn, good-natured


A little about the Basset Hound


The Basset Hound is a lovely tempered and good-natured dog, making a calm pet. They do love to stop and smell the roses and can be stubborn and slow-moving if they haven't smelt everything they want to before moving on. 




Obesity is a problem with Basset Hounds, especially as the more weight they carry the more likely they are to experience back problems. Other conditions that the breed experience include bleeding disorders, bloat, elbow and hip dysplasia, glaucoma and luxating patella. 


A day in the life of "Ruby"


I bound around the backyard, ears flapping as I bark. My people are home, my people are home! They’ve been gone all day, and now all five of them are getting out of the door.

‘Ruby shush!’ But I can’t contain myself. The pack is back together. I lower my head and slow to a walk, letting out a long ‘woooooooo’ as I walk towards my family.

‘Come on then Ruby,’ one of my people says, tapping their leg twice. I leap into a run again, rushing to catch up as we all run inside. Bounding through the door, my claws clatter on the hardwood floors. I head straight into the kitchen and sit. I know I’m not supposed to be there, but I still try every day.

‘Out!’ Fine. I leave. Instead I trot into the small humans’ room, who’s sitting on their bed. I jog up and sniff their leg. I get pats in return, but no food so I turn and jog back out. This time I head into the lounge room, where the rest of my pack is hanging out. I go and lay down at the feet of the oldest person, my master. I make sure to lay on their feet, sharing my warmth as I slowly settle and drift to sleep; dreaming of running with my pack in wide-open fields.

Please be advised the information provided is purely an indicator of breed traits and characteristics and that within some breeds there can be significant variation.