My friend's son had a basset named Flash. My friend could never have a dog because her husband was so allergic to them. One time they had to take Flash in for a month, and my friend's husband had no allergic reaction to him (he still was allergic to other dogs). So they rescued a basset, Rosie, and the husband wasn't allergic to her either. Happy ending!
Another friend had a basset named Franklin. It was a very funny sight when Franklin would sit up and beg.
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