A basshole, I have learned, is a basset hound who is misbehaving in a particular way.
For example, years ago my family adopted a puppy (Domino) and everyone was so focused upon this cute little dog that my former basset hound, Moana, apparently became jealous. What did she do?
She walked up to this little puppy and put that puppy’s entire head into her mouth! She didn’t actually bite it, but the puppy shrieked in terror nevertheless. Everyone in the family witnessed the act. Everyone in the family started scolding Moana, and she was promptly put outside. I swear: she loped down the back steps to the patio and sat there with a smug, satisfied look on her face. Basshole.
So far, Betty has not been a basshole, not really, not yet.
