Kortebin Éowyn

My name is Tootals. I am a basset hound from England.

I have long ears.

I was born at Trish and Colin Wells’ kennel, Kor­te­bin Bassets, on March 9^th, 1999, in the Wolds, in Catwick, East Riding of York­shire, Eng­land. “Rid­ing” has nothing to do with horses or motor­cars. It is an old Norse word for “third.” And “Kor­te­bin,” an­other old Norse word, means “short-legged.” My name at The Ken­nel Club is Kor­te­bin Éowyn , Reg­is­tra­tion Number Z2712­403­Z03. I have the same name with the American Kennel Club, Regis­tration Number HM 84834001.

My dad is Sue Ergis’ Champion Sioux­line Josh­ua. Joshua was judged Best of Breed at Crufts®2001.

My grandfather is the Storton’s Dere­heath Jail­house Rock Around Sioux­line. Jail­house Rock was fourth in the Basset Hound Limit Dog class at Crufts®99. My mother is the Wells’ Kortebin My Precious, or “Star.”

This is my sis­ter, Broad Girl, and Colin Wells, at The North­ern Dog Cen­tre Top Pup­py Com­pe­ti­tion, held at Hud­der­s­field, West York­shire, on No­vem­ber 27^th, 1999. This was a ‘posh do.’ Broad Girl rep­re­sent­ed the Hull and East Rid­ing Ca­nine So­cie­ty at this event.

Here is my pedigree, in Adobe® Acrobat® PDF file format. You’ll need a copy of the free Adobe® Acrobat® Reader application software to view, navigate, and print this file. Likely many of you have already installed Adobe® Acrobat® Reader. If not, click on the icon to download your free copy of Adobe® Acrobat® Reader from Adobe Systems, Incorporated. It turns out that I have American ancestors, the Tal-E-Ho dogs from four and five generations ago. Tal-E-Ho Bassets at West Islip, New York have produced many champions, first among them American and Canadian Champion Tal-E-Ho’s Prancer.

Here I am shaking off jet lag after rounding Cape Farewell, Greenland on Delta 139 from Man­chester to JFK, a 7-hour flight spanning 5 time zones.

They’re going to drive on the wrong side of the Motor­way!

Now I’m in Cherry Grove (North Myrtle Beach), South Carolina.

I love my people Grandpa!

When I lived in Catwick, I helped my sisters find the “no you don'ts.” Now my sisters are on their own, and the big people give me rawhide bones.

Rawhide bones aren’t as interesting as the “no you don'ts,” but at least I have more time for contemplation.

This is my quacking duck.

I love my duck.

Here’s my people Grandpa’s miniature dachs­hund, “J.R.”

Run­ning on the beach.

I love the beach.

That’s all for now! More later.

— Tootals

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.

Aragorn’s verse from J.R.R. Tolkien’s Lord of the Rings. © 1955, J.R.R. Tolkien.

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