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.
Oh Ernesto!Do not worry - we will find you a corner, with a bed, an SUMD & a bonio (I was having trouble typing that and type "bunion" the first time round). (Though I suspect your mum relent if you smooch her about another 500 times).Nice porch
Ernest,You could come home and live with me! Or maybe we could both go to Hawaii and live with our half brother Rufus! LovePhrace
Ernest--What gives? Maybe you could come live with me to learn how to live the life of leisure. Though if I had the opportunity to live with a pack of lurchers, I would.wally.
Kerrio - Actually smooching was a part of the problem. Over-smooching that is. She was trying to read her book. I was trying to get her attention.... oopsErnest-dd
Okay Ernest, I know the offers are coming in hard and fast, and I'm throwing mine in the hat nonetheless. Any time you want to run away to Canada, you have a place in Montreal. You'd have to learn to assis-toi and viens ici, but it's pretty easy once you get the hang of it. And you could meet Veda, the bassett who lives down the street. And if you think you might miss academics hanging about and blabbing about, fear not. They do that here too. Just let us know why you plan to arrive.
I didnt know you could fedex dogs? maybe I can send Tanner to his girlfriend's house?!
E., I believe if you haven't got the actual passport yet, you can travel with some sort of proof of earnest intent (that's a joke, son). I think a mangled library book or pair of specs will do quite nicely. Off you go!
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