The picnic table bench is exactly basset height and I have claimed the entire thing.

Dad sits across from us with his pint. Gus has positioned himself strategically near the table legs where crumbs might fall from other people’s fish and chips. I have taken a different approach.

A small child walks by and points. Her parents smile. I acknowledge this and my ears are definitely up.

The evening is 16°C and perfect for outdoor claiming of furniture. Other dogs walk past on leashes. I watch them with the satisfaction of someone who has already arrived at his destination. Gus glances up from his crumb patrol to see what I’m doing, then goes back to his work.

Dad takes a sip and looks around. I stretch a little longer on my bench. The light is golden, the air smells like hops and possibility, and I am exactly where a Basset Hound should be on a Monday evening.

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