"You let out a great and ferocious howl as you drive the Calico hordes from the Baloney Forest and into the Pet Carrier Catacombs of the damned! Your infantry of Basset Hounds join the chorus of victory as you hoist your salami saber and --hey, wait a minute! Suddenly you're under the kitchen table, lying in a puddle of drool. What happened? And, more important, where'd your salami saber go?
Because everyone did such a great job down below, more from our continuing series on Puppies With Big Ears ...Which Just Means Big Ears And Maybe Not Other Parts.
This would be baby Satchmo who always looked like an older dog even when he was small:
Cameo appearance by mrs tbogg gams.
I've still got that Hewitt picture. It would be a shame if I had to use it. There is already enough pain in the world.
Woeful sight! more woeful none These sad eyes have looked upon. Whence this madness? None can tell
It's really quite simple: You can either vote for me here and we keep the puppy pictures coming. Or, well, let's just say that I might have a picture of a leering Hugh Hewitt licking one of his own nipples, and I'm not afraid to use it.
So there you have it: it's either puppies or a nightmarish image that will haunt you for the rest of your remaining days.
I would suggest that you think very carefully about this.
(Meanwhile, the voting is all over here for a slightly different kind of contest)
The nights are cooler these days (and by "cooler" we'll use the San Diego standard of below 65 degrees....brrrrrr, frosty) so it's always nice to snuggle into the couch with a couple of warm sleepy dogs...and what appears to be the new Vanity Fair.
Meanwhile, this morning, the bed was made before I stepped into the shower.
We were getting ready to leave on Wednesday and the dogs had already been shuttled off for boarding, so I dug up some old ones, They all kind of look alike, but it's not like they have any hobbies, other than tearing the bed apart and having pillow fights, that I can take pictures of.
Since more than a few people have emailed me asking how Beckham is doing, I thought I'd fill in the blanks.
He is fine. He doesn't have canine pancreatitis as was suspected, and his diet has been changed which has made all the difference in the world. In addition he now receives 10mg of Pepcid® AC with dinner each night. We're currently negotiating an endorsement deal.
You should start noticing a slimmer and trimmer, less barfy lil bastard in the months to come.
Thursday Night Basset Blogging -Still Alive and Well
Beckham would thank you if he gave a poop what people think
Thanks to everyone for their kind words for Beckham. As you can see from the photo, the little bastard is doing fine, racking up more vet bills. I won't go into the latest gory details but it involved lots of body fluids in more colors than Benneton ever dreamed of. He's keeping food and fluids down now, but it's back to the vet tomorrow because he's still passing some blood, so we'll see.
Satchmo on the other hand is doing wonderfully wonderful and despite being a little irritated at all of the attention Beckham is receiving, he finds the whole thing kind of boring.
As a side note, it's always amusing when the vet asks if your basset seems "lethargic". Like anyone could tell...
I should point out that I end up getting a lot of shots of them at the top of the stairs leading down to the house, which is where they stop when they don't want to come in. As you can see, Beckham sometimes sprawls out to illustrate his point.
Next Thursday I will be in Hawaii, so there may or may not be a basset Thursday. I'll see what I can arrange...
