Eighteen years, one kitchen, a great many ears
Steve Helen Bassets began in 2008 with a single hound called Maple who slept under the kitchen table and refused to be an outdoor dog. Her first litter went to four families we still hear from at Christmas. We never planned to become a Basset Hound breeder; Maple rather decided it for us.
Eighteen years on, the programme is still run by the two of us out of the same house. We are not a kennel. There are no runs, no rows of pens and no waiting rooms, just a whelping box in the sitting room, a fenced acre outside, and a rotation of grandchildren who consider socialisation to be their personal responsibility.