We got Daisey, a pure-bred, documented Basset Hound (Registered Name: Daisey O'Day) from a breeder in Pennsylvania in 1973.
Actually, Daisey chose us rather than the other way around. Her litter was enclosed in a small fenced area when we went to chose our dog. She was the one that came up to us, jumping and licking our hands. She was so excited and clearly wanted us to pick her.
Our daughter Amy was 2 years old at the time and she and Daisey grew up together. Daisey was a true member of the family including pouting when she felt she wasn't getting enough attention. While she would eat dog food, she insisted on having at least some people food mixed in.
When we traveled she would stay with her breeder and her Uncle Walter and mother Winifred on the breeder's farm, sort of a family renunion. Unfortunately, Daisey was not fond of cars since she knew getting into a car meant either a visit to the Vet or we were going away.
She lived for 14 years, a long time for a Basset, and died quietly at home a few months after our daughter left for college.