Mission accomplished.

Those of you who are regular readers of my dog blog, the New York Times, Globe & Mail or the Economist are well aware of my recent bacon emergency. My bacon intake had reached absolutely critical levels. We're talking Code Red folks. I am however happy to inform all concerned that the crisis is at an end. Here is a play by play analysis.

In anticipation of the big moment, I kept my eye on the prize. Whereas other lesser hounds might have been distracted by the racket of the nearby German Children's Choir, nothing could move my attention away. Nothing.

The big moment has finally arrived, but could I close the deal or would there be some last minute bacon-stealer that would thwart my goal?...

Hallelujah! 

That was fantastic. A picture as they say is worth a thousand words.

I know what all of you are pondering. How did one simple Basset manage to resolve the bacon problem, and seemingly with such ease? Did he do it all by himself or was there some evil genius behind the diabolically-successful bacon caper? I can't give you all the secrets, but I will give credit where credit is due and thank my partner-in-crime, Mini-Me, whose spectacular efforts at getting me some bacon won't soon be forgotten.

More pictures of Madeleine to follow, maybe tomorrow.