Today I woke up sneezing and coughing and my moms were worried I had caught something bad, like kennel cough. Taller mom dropped nm.mom at the airport (leaving me at home in lock down) and then came home to check on me.
I dragged her to the back garden where I managed to attack the hose, hide and practice elevation gain. Then we came back in and I ate all my food and learned to pull things out of the basket on the blanket chest. I love games like that.
Later, I visited the vet again to be told that I was a healthy puppy with a bit of a case of the snuffles. Hah, I am healthy and active, just not much more all this pollen and cottonwood fluff.
Why do they worry so much?
N.mom is in New York City and promised to send me a post card. I wonder what that is?
Well back to trying to get up on the ottoman (bassottoman). I need a new trick for n.mom to see.
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A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
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