Please, leave me alone until the rain stops.

Bassets are prone to melting.

Yours,

ernest the wet

I am home. In my honor they have turned on the heat. I am touched.

ernest who wishes he was with phracey right now

They are coming to get me today!

Bathed, sister bayed at, Nobel spot lectured to, sheep smooched, Lola bowed to and into the crate I go.

Pick up at 1100 at Miners in Yakima. I hope they buy me my own burger.

smooches,

ernest

some thingies of note:

You can now have a goat as pet in Seattle. I am excited. I am hoping that my Christmas stocking has a goat in it. I love all ruminants.

I know that n.mom had noticed this fine wine label before, but apparently a winery in Oregon has a wolfhound as a spokesdog. Is that cool or what. N.mom remembers that a olive oil/dipping sauce maker in Berkeley has a basset spokesmodel, but its not as distinguished. At least I'm not seem in a toilet drinking avoidance advert.

Interesting article on dogs and wineries here.

N.mom misses me tons. She keeps on looking for me now that she's back in the United States. She purportedly sent me many postcards, but who really knows.

T.mom said a squeaky package has arrived from Kerrio and the gang. I am so excited. Why n.mom couldn't take those things with her to Greece is beyond me.

smooches,

ernest, still a puppy, still wishing he was a ram

The good news is that I am living next to my sister…with the Nobel Spot.

S.mom and Papa Joe bought a new ram while they were at the Flock and Fiber show. The ram won reserve grand champion at the Navajo-Churro national show after they had bought them. S,mom says that proves she knows what she is looking at. Papa Joe thinks that S.mom lucked out. It is totally unfair because Raven, the new ram has a girl friend and I do not get to with my sister. I did tell everybody that it was not fair.

Today on my walk I smelled a skunk! I looked for the skunk but it was not anywhere to be found! I did see the hawk flying low. It was scary.

Love,

Ernest who thinks that now he wants to be a ram so he can have girls

The latest from Ernest -

Phrace has come into season. I need to know if it would be possible that she and I, despite having the same parents are really not related! I think that when the chromosomes split we got a totally different set. Is that possible? I sent an e-mail to N.mom and told her that I thought that I might be an alien Basset (after all my birth was not witnessed, so it is possible that I was left by an UFO. I really would like to spend time with Phrace.

and this:

Check this out:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerrio/1407482527/

I am worried, very worried

Busy times for young bassets...

For those keeping track, I am in Goldendale, WA. I am spending time working on my campaign, chasing sheep, getting buff and not eating. I understand the camera packs on the pounds, and frankly, that is not good for my campaign.

My grandmere was upset to hear I was not eating and told N.mom to call Mama Stephanie and make sure I had lots of frosty paws. Hear that Mama S? I need frosty paws! Please!

Thanks!

My n.mom is leaving tomorrow this is her silly trip for those of you amazed by her ability to pick and up leave me at the drop of a hat. She already was in California this week, nuf said.

The best part is that she's going to see Kerrio and all the dogs! She was told specifically to wear kevlar and slobberproof clothes, but since Kerrio also promised her a working washing machine she's not worried.

I wish she could take me.

I wonder if there is some dog hair on one of her shirts?

Hmm.

TH mom promises to update my blog when she hears something good from Mama Stephanie.

I'll leave you with this one thought?

Why is it always the basset who is pictured in the pet supply catalogs eating stools, drinking out of the toilet and having other unfortunate issues?

That will change with my presidency.

over and out,

Ernest

Ernest the tiniest, aged five months.

N.mom here, just an update to tell you all....

I miss Ernest!

Really.

If I could get five minutes with you to smooch you and snuggle you and even walk you fifteen times in two hours I would.

Okay, I'm really okay.

n.mom

Faster than a scud, ernest, phrace and spot.

From Ernest - Notes from the field as transcribed by his Mama Stephanie - proof positive why he should be president.

Mama!

I was the good dog yesterday! Butter, Lola, Phrace, Uthant, Evita and I all started on our walk yesterday morning. Butter and Evita dropped out early. When we got into the woods we had a great smell. There was a deer in the back. We rallied to determine a plan of action. Just the sight of all that canine brain power persuaded the deer that its life would be better elsewhere and it left. So we continued the walk. We flushed a red tail hawk and I was not afraid.

After a bit Butter rejoined us. Phrace found some body living in the tree! Right inside the middle of the tree. It was making all sorts of terroristic threats. I rapidly appointed Uthant head of the Army and Phrace Secretary of Defense! Then I rushed the old folks (Stephanie, Joe and Butter0 home while travelling with Lola the Secretary of State. We then had had a conference and decided to do a total troop withdrawal. Total time of the war was less than 20 minutes. Pretty darn good! No casualties and the financial cost was somewhat below a billion dollars. We are still looking for oil however!

President Ernest

I am behaving much better according to electronic transmissions sent to my moms from my Mama Stephanie.

I am also teaching my half brother to do studly things, but alas, he is still too little to lift his leg.

All I can say is that three mile walks in the am are the bomb and that at Rancho Oxboro we don't need no stinkin leashes.

Oh, Fred Thompson, you can kiss my grits.

ernest-o!

I am having some issues expressing myself in a gentlemanly manner. No, not that.I am being a perfect gentleman, I just can't seem to find my indoor voice even outside.

Mama Stephanie is not amused.

They are working on techniques to get me to stop being so loud.

I'm just excited to be with my sister!

Oh, the sheep was found. Long live sheep!

smooches in a tiny voice...

ernest

Noble Spot, photo courtesy Joe Gonyeau.

Someone is going to have to tell my half brother that cats are not to be trusted.

That someone is not going to be me.

ernest

I have been tagged by my buddy Finnegan.

My TH mom came up with the answers. She can think fast on her feets.

Here are the rules:Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions.They must be real places, names, things … nothing made up! You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question. If your name happens to start with the same letter as mine, sorry, but you can’t use my answers!

My name: Ernest the puppy

1. Famous Singer: Elvis
2. Four letter word: Eeck
3. Street: Easy Street
4. Colour: eggplant
5. Gifts/Presents: elevator shoes
6. Vehicle: Escape
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: elephant, stuffed, toy
8. Boy Name: Edward
9. Girl Name: Evita
10. Movie Title: East of Eden
11. Drink: Evian
12. Occupation: Enumerator
13. Celebrity: El Vez
14. Magazine: Esquire
15. U.S. City: Evanston, Ill.
16. Pro Sport: eating pies
17. Fruit: elderberries
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: escaped buffalo on the road
19. Something You Throw Away: e-vites
20. Things You Shout: eeeegads
21. Cartoon Character: Elly Patterson (For Better or For Worse)

I'm tagging the General, Casper, and Mac.

Smooches from the 509!

Ernest

I am in love.

Ernest

I am facing east to make sure my moms know that that is the direction of my peeps.

I'll be gone for a while, but I have planned many blogging topics and should have Mama Stephanie keep the moms in news of my exploits at Rancho Oxboro.

One thing I did not do, was lose the sheep.

Come back sheep!

Smooches,

Ernest