Thursday, February 05, 2009



Life is hard.

I didn't let the door hit TH mom as she left lockdown.

I hope she forgot to tell them about my decreased kibbleables.

edd

7 comments:

Stella said...

Next time you get sprung, hop a Bus to Minniesnowda, and you can stay with us. We are at home all the time, and when my mom goes, she takes me along. She'd take you too. I hope she forgot to tell them about the food too.

Kisses,
Stella

Sophie Brador said...

Oh Ernest. You really need to relocate to Montreal. It's cold, but my mom doesn't travel nearly as much. On the other hand, people have accomplished great things in prison. Some make license plates, others develop theories of hegemony that persist for decades after. Perhaps you are one of those great dogs.

xo
SB

Mony said...

I don't know how you're feeling right about now, but you might want to send http://flickr.com/photos/29621453@N05/3258778254/ to some select humans.

wally said...

Singin' with the man in black, eh? Poor Ernest. I hope you have a wild time in the hoosegow. Tell 'em you get EXTRA kibbleables.

wally t.

Joe Stains said...

Dude, if I send you some smokes can you trade them for kibble? hmm probably not. Maybe I can send you some macarons and you can bribe those guards.

MONA AND THE MOMMY! said...

Hi Ernest,

Sorry you keep having to go to the hoosegow. The Mommy loved Johhny Cash.

I gaveyou an award so come by & fetch when you get a chance.

(((Huggies))).......Mona

Anonymous said...

Stella,
Ernest's Grand parents all lived in Minnesota, for generations.

I think that they came west in the last covered wagon to leave in August 2000.

The snow was fun but the cold was almost too much.

Mama S and Papa Joe stayed long enough to vote for Governor Ventura and then they left.

Phrace