Four hours until my release.
Or at least until my peeps walk in the door and wait to meet the trainer.
We're having family counseling!
Or at least a leave it/off/down lesson together.
N.mom will send a picture of my release to her flickr when I am free!
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.
6 comments:
We are counting down the minutes until your release. It must have been all the great campaigning of the dogs at DWB's that got your freedom negotiated huh?
oh my god, you've got to be kidding! They're making you do some sort of exit ritual before you can get out of that hell hole. That's just wrong. They so owe you, Ernest. You better start milking this one.
congrats on getting sprung... hope there are lots of treats waiting for you.
As soon as you walk out the door you should shout "FREEEEDOM" all Braveheart-y. But without Mel Gibson's anti-semitism. And please don't call anyone sugar t*ts.
wally.
Hey Ernesto!
I think you should find a suitable manner in which to greet your people.
Perhaps some suitable shredding is in order?
Leafo
I know I am late with the comment, but I am happy for you!
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