Our Bassett definately didn't stink usually but certainly shed hair constantly. When he scratched there was a huge cloud of it every time.
By the sounds of it we were lucky as he was reasonably obedient in mos... scrap that, no he wasn't.
I'm thinking back over 30 years ago now and getting quite a few memories.
He would abscond the moment he was let off the lead. He would come home, usually about 3am and howl, very loudly. My dad would get up and put him in the shed til morning as he was usually covered in whatever he could find to roll in, so thinking about it, the reason he didn't smell was due to frequent baths.
He impregnated a couple of other local bitches. I recall some bloke coming round to rant at my dad... evidence in hand.. - strange looking puppies that were tri colour with exceptionally long ears.
He bit the tv repair man from radio rentals on the arse. We had to switch to Granada rentals.
He went for the bin men (this was in the days when they came through your drive and round the back of the house to get your bin).. possibly my dog can be blamed for the introduction of wheelie bins and having to put them out yourself.
He liked the milkman - he brought him cheese and bones.
Speaking of said bones, he would eat them in the middle of the lawn and growl at anyone if they dared to step foot on the grass, then buried it for a while, usually in my mothers best flower bed.
He would flip the tortoise on its back , where it would remain until one of us found it and put it upright. The tortoise went missing one summer and was found at the bottom of the pond. Suspicion fell on the dog - probably quite accurately.
Then we got a cat...
Basset fell in love, the cat ruled the house. No longer could the dog lie in front of the fire at night.. he got a quick swipe of a black paw and retreated. Cat was in front of fire.
They did become a partnership though and my mum had to be more cunning with hiding food as the cat could get to places the dog always dreamed of reaching, and would pass the ill gotten gains down to him..
Happy days! 