I've been re-reading Martin Walker's wonderful "Chief Bruno" series, in which Bruno keeps a basset hound. This reminds me of course of dear old Fearless, a basset who once, in a former life, was in my family's care.
I found Fearless, a gorgeous tri-color male a couple of years old, in the pound in Reno during the years I lived there, and brought him home. I'll never forget that ride. He knew he'd been rescued. He was very grateful, I've always thought, and was a happy boy and a great friend forever thereafter.
But how did he get that name? He got it because he was completely unafraid of the family cat, who had no problems reminding him who was boss. Or was he just kind of dumb? Nah - he was fearless!
These "Chief Bruno" books are highly recommended, by the way. They are wonderfully evocative of France's Perigord region and are filled with Bruno's cooking and wines as he lives his policeman's life among the citizens of St. Denis, the fictional village over which he watches. Bruno is a wonderfully sympathetic character and that helps make these books very much worth reading.
Fearless is of course, along with that former life, long gone; now Laura and I are happy with Rio and Vivian, our two cats. But I keep thinking, maybe one of these days....