Mama came from a three-foot-by-three-foot concrete kennel in a puppy mill.
“She was a breeder,” Charbonneau, 37, says. “Before she came to us, she’d actually never felt grass before. All she was used for was to have puppies.”
About 10 years ago, Charbonneau and other volunteers built the yard and refurbished the accompanying house that is now the Washington Basset Rescue. Where she stands used to be a wasteland.
“This was literally a dumping ground. There were cars buried out here, old oil drums, it was disgusting,” she says.
Building the field and renovating the rescue house was one of the first tasks for Charbonneau to tackle for the rescue shelter. She and other volunteers spent a year working on the property, located at the end of a gravel road in an industrial nook in Hillyard. They built a room onto the house for the bassets, erected outbuildings for animal supplies, laid down ramps for the dogs to get outdoors, leveled the yard and planted grass. Around it, they erected a wood cherry-stained fence, which lends a rustic ambience.
“Everything you see here was done lovingly by 10 people’s hands and dollar by dollar scrimped and saved and fundraised,” she says.
Charbonneau’s love for bassets came from absorbing stories from family members who had the dogs.
“I always saw these pictures of hounds ... and heard the stories of everybody reminiscing,” she says. “I think I fell in love with those soulful eyes and those long, velvety ears. It’s that basset look.”
And that’s what drove her to found WABR, which since 1988 has rescued more than 3,000 dogs. In 1996, when she was still living in Seattle, Charbonneau adopted Bosley. When she and her husband, Paul, moved to Spokane in 1999, she began volunteering.
Charbonneau says basset hounds commonly end up in shelters because, as one-way tracking dogs, they can get easily lost. For example, a basset hound can follow the wafting smells of meat from a summer barbecue, but not be able to find its way home.
“They can go down, find the hot dogs and hamburgers, have a delicious meal, have fun, and then all of the sudden they go, ‘Uh oh, where am I? How do I get home?’” she says.
It takes a constant stream of money to maintain the WABR and that’s where Charbonneau comes in. She’s taken the Basset Blast gathering and fundraiser — during which families bring their hounds to commune and compete for informal prizes for things like funniest name and longest ears — to the next step, procuring sponsors and adding silent auctions and raffles.
Her dedication to basset rescue has become its own cottage industry, matching, she says, the amount of time spent at her full-time job at Edward Jones.
“I actually have an entire room in my house dedicated for Basset Blast,” she says, adding, “We actually ran out of room over here for storage.”
Office aside, it takes countless hours of drudgework to generate cash flow for the rescue shelter. Charbonneau spends her time driving around to pick up donations, sending fundraising letters, emails and thank-you notes and filing tax receipts.
The money allows the shelter to take bassets from other shelters, even finding foster parents for the dogs of deployed military officers.
The shelter also takes dogs from dying owners.
Winnie, a 2-year-old basset who’s been playing at Charbonneau’s feet, is one of those. Winnie was turned into the shelter by an owner who was dying of cancer.
“She had no family that could take her dog,” Charbonneau says. “She honestly just couldn’t continue her journey without knowing that her dog wasn’t going to be turned into a [kill] shelter.”
While Winnie waddles up the dog ramp and inside the shelter house, Ollie, 2, joins Mama on the ground.
“His family just fell on really hard times and just couldn’t afford to care for him anymore, and wanted to make sure that he went to a good home,” Charbonneau says, adding, “It was really hard for them to do that.”
Charbonneau’s friends are fond of her passion for WABR. Vicki Soderberg, a friend of Charbonneau’s, describes her as a “flawless” woman with “not a dark corner in her world.”
“She’ll just latch onto a cause,” Soderberg says. “Plus, she’s extremely joyful.”
Charbonneau loves helping bassets like Mama and Winnie. But just as gratifying, she says, is meeting the people helped by the dogs.
“I love talking to someone who has been battling deep depression,” she says, “and hearing how this adopted animal has helped them as much as maybe the medication or therapy.”
