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.
We understand Ernest, it's very har for a Basset boy to contain himself in moments of excitement..KuBrin has the same problem (though infreuqently I'm pleased to say!)Snogs etcKerrio & co
I'm kinda noisy too Ernest...doesn't make my Mom happy. But I just like to chat...like a lot!Lots of Licks, Ruby
Oh, Ernest. You have the most kissable snout and soulful eyes. So what if you can't find your indoor voice? We like you just the way you are!xo,Wiley & Fievel
Ernest, you came to the right beast. Me, I'm a problem solver. People. Ear plugs. Problem solved.
I like to woof loudly also... but I do it for the common good. That is, "guard dog." If anything walks by our door/windows, I feel the need to alert everyone.
You will have to learn to have a quiet voice in case you ever want to whisper sweet nothings. And for when we share state secrets (like, the fridge door is ajar--invade!)wally.
We feel your pain Ernest, we're loud mouths too, but we like to say we're "outgoing" with a lot to say! Sheez, they just don't understand, just trying to be congenial. :o)
Don't worry about the voice ernest just express yourself in the way you feel best. That is what I do.Regarding the sheep: you really must come to the Falklands there are only three thousand people, one basset and 650,000 sheep!You would be in heaven!
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