My life has seriously improved the reappearance of trout and sweet potato kibble and a new squeaky!
My first squeaky died and moms tried to find an equivalent.
They say it cost more to ship said squeaky than the price of the squeaky. It is very big and has a pronounced painful long yelpy squeak, much like henrietta, but different.
I was happy to see it.
I am no longer ignoring N.mom, she is making me more pasta.
ernest
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.
4 comments:
Ernesto
I'm glad things are looking up (where else is there to look from Basset height?)
But - you can never go back to your first squeaky, it's one of those life experiences you just have to embrace.
Sorry.
Snogs from the sleepy SUMDs
Kerio & co
Well done! With such skills in persuasion surely your presidential bid will be successful.
wally.
Well done, Ernest!
I see your Mom has finally asked for forgiveness. Make sure she gives you an extra heaping portion of pasta.
Tobes
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