I'm good to go according to my physician. I weigh 49.4 lbs with harness on and with a semi empty stomach. I guess you could say that I'm about three bisquits short of 50 lbs.

Damn skippy.

My n.mom is in DC puportedly attending very important meetings about whatever she does to keep us in kibble. I am hoping that she's going to do some scouting for my housing options. I'm not sure that I want to live in the White House until its defumigated from the current regime. She promised me to bring home tomorrow's Post so that I can read the good news of Gonzales' departure myself.

Well, I should get back to checking the emergency exits.

Ernest

Hooooooooooolllllllllllloooooooooooooo

My mom has been very busy and not blogging. She apologizes, my new basset enabled keyboard is on its way.

Other than having to wear a warm coat for a photo op, I have:

• graduated from basic obedience with flying colors
• started to behave a little better
• taken moms on lots of walks
• barked at cooling chutney
• arranged for a visit with my phracey, lolo and nobel spot
• picked blackberries for phracey
• gotten to see my grandmere and grand pere and received squeaky toys that I love
• put into short time lock down (think nicole richie) for attempting to taste walnut levain with a nice goat cheese
• refused a walk at 5:15 am because n.mom wanted to give T mom a break since she's leaving me for a t-r-i-p this week

This week should be good, except for the tooth inspection this am. I have to go to my physician to see her and show her my gnashers, get some shots, cookies and my general examination. I like my vet, the moms have a bet as to my weight.

Your guess is as good as theirs.

smooches,

ernest

Mind you its 80 degrees outside.

This is what all the smart bassets will be wearing on the campaign trail. More later.

Smooches,

Ernest

Search phrases typed into google this weekend by my n.mom:

"foundling hospital"
"school for wayward bassets"
"the dog whisperer"
"fedexing the dog to kerrio"
"doggie passports"
"daisy hill puppy farm"
"postage to Berkshire"


It has been a long weekend and I have not been a very helpful basset.

Happy birthday to my favorite General, from one wrinkly dwarf to another.

Ernest

You make the call..

Versus
Who would be more trustworthy as a presidential adviser?

ernest the puppy, working hard for you in 2008

Today we discussed presidential duties while taking our seventeen walks.

Basically, to be president I have to be willing to go down the stairs I am happy to walk up.

I need to work on this.

Ditto for other things, like allowing my cabinet and staff to go on vacation and not let it bother me. I think that as president, it is good to take naps, but not necessarily take 3 weeks off to prod cattle and harass sheep when say, the economy is taking a nosedive.

Just saying....

etp in 2008

Just posing, not eating blueberries, August 2007.

Before I got into trouble on Monday, the moms took me blueberry picking on Sunday.

I was not as enthralled as last year, but I amused myself none the less.

I am still on probation with n.mom.

I hope she will forgive me soon.

Ernest

Like, I could do any wrong?

Today I ate my n.mom's glasses while she was in the shower. I am a bit remorseful after she started crying and then cursed me to Bulgaria and back.

Apparently they were able to put on new ear pieces, but looks like she's getting new frames and lenses. The lenses cost as much a round trip ticket to DC without a Saturday night stay.

I have been offered asylum in both Berkshire with the SUMDs and in Salt Lake City with my friend Katie.

I guess she won't offer to take me frame shopping.

ernest

Today in class we worked on sit stays and keeping all four paws on the ground.

Whatever.

ernest

Caption this picture!

smooches,

the ever melting ernest