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.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
I was once tiny too.
The couch was covered with things so that I couldn't get on it. The doorstop was/is tasty and that big green box in the distance. That was my bedroom. They had to fill it with lots of wineboxes to make it smaller for me.