Today was rainy.

I went to work with nm mom.

It was quite boring. I did go for a nice walk at lunch.

I had five walks!

Someone asked if I was going to sire a litter.

I blushed.

TH mom is so busy she has not even called us.

We're going to bed.

ernest squeaking like no one's business basset

Hi it is me again.

If you are very excited to see two posts from me, ernest puppy in less than 24 hours, stay tuned.

For the next twelve days its going to be Ernest day by day to keep TH mom up to date with my goings on.

Once again, she's been keelhauled into pollock larvae infested waters to survey their distribution in relationship to other species to determine just how many pollock larvae will be infesting your
fish sticks in about three to four years.



How much fun can that be?

TH MOM - I MISSSSSSSSS YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

The five a day walks, the flat basseting, the chasing after butterflies, the jumping on top of you when you are reading the paper.

N.mom does not have the correct sized lap. K?

ernest basset var. pacificus

Meet Bob, he's a corgeagle (corgi/beagle mix). Is he not handsome? NMom met him while doing a Komen 3 day training walk. She is not allowed to take me on said walks but she cavorts with others. WTF?

On Sunday, my Mama Stephanie came to visit me! I had so much fun jumping on her and catching up with my sissie via her tennis shoes.

The moms were happy to see her and I was so tempted to jump into the passenger's seat and drive to the 509 just to spend time with Phracey.

Oh well. I'll have to wait until August 1. I wonder how many days that is?

ernest basset at your service

Happy Monday.

I have had a week. Lockdown with Skyler, a golden retriever and a joyful
return to my homelands in the 206.

This is my report card:

Click here to see the original, which is much nicer.

I came home and took a nap.



I slept so hard, I snored, which may be due to my smooshed face.



Today I was quite jaunty and hungry. Looks like the week is going to shape up pretty well for a basset, until of course it gets warm. 85 degrees in May? Yikes!

ernest basset made for the shade

Back in the hoosegow again.

Moms are some "faux meeting", one where they pay their own way and walk around describing the gender disparity of space and the ennui of everyday life.

I wonder if Wally's ma ape goes to these meetings as well?

If so, can I put this sign back up?



I put it up at AAG and we never saw here there.

ernest jailbird basset

Two years and one day ago, my moms came to see me for the first time. T mom says she was skeptical about me. She didn't think I was very handsome and thought my sissie, the beautiful Phracey was much cuter and basset like.

I finally admitted to her that I did not think she was so hot either.

She was tall and she insisted on picking me up. N.mom spent most of her time amazed at my tininess and pointing a camera in my face.

I was not too keen on that.

Anyways, it all worked out. She grew to love me for my dark and handsome looks. I captured her heart when the moms to be started off to the car and saw Phracey and I walk away. She thought then I looked more like a basset and less like, I have no idea -- a beagle? A wolfhound? a German shepherd?

ernest free basset for the next 36 hours

Because my mom is a doofus (sorry Joe and Tanner) she posted on her own self serving
bloggo.

To save you the click, here is the story.


Currently in one day lockdown, my lawyers think they'll be able to post bail tomorrow.

ernest jail bird basset

update: I should be out in about three hours.

It was sunny and nmom needed to leave her manuscript alone.

She did not find the roaching as much fun as I did.

She needs a life.

ernest roach basset

Checking things out. Nmom is busy and cranky. TH mom is not.

This post is for my Aunt Carol who misses me.

Hi Aunt Carol!

Look at my big foot!

I am still in the race and a bit hoarse from all that campaigning. My liver is a bit hoarse from all those shots that I had to do to keep up with HRC in PA.

Here's hoping they drink less in Indy.

ernest one day at a time puppy

Once again, the post about my lack of hair is going to be postponed because
someone believes that I, Ernest puppy have a problem with keeping four
on the floor.

Isn't that what all four paws is about?

Using them?

So, the last day they have not been letting me jump or put my paws up on them.

I hate them.

Now, mom logs on and finds this irritating dude who thinks he knows everything because he's on tv.

He knows nothing about why I jump.

He is so not in my cabinet.

ernest four on the floor at all times not basset

Moms were going to discuss my lack of hair on my chest this week, but I decided you
don't really need to know about that right now.

Yesterday the sun shone and bassets went for walks at lunch. They encountered labradors
chasing things and then went off for the chase as well.



I was a tired basset afterwards and flat basseted 7888 times on the way back to the car.

Life is hard.



ernest currently putabing with the best of them

Word to my TH's colleague Terry and his guide dog, Dutton who is getting a Ph D.

Is he not a noble dog?

I didn't get to meet him, but his fur lives on in one of our basset mobiles.

N.mom said he was a sweet gentle boy and I was a bit jealous until I realized that Dutton
not only has to help Terry all day, but at night he has to do homework.

Good thing I came into TH mom's life when she was just pulling out her hair writing
and editing.

ernest puppy ABE (all but elected)

Hola.

Remember me?

I'm running for something.

I'm beside myself this week. Last week, something my grandmere made for dinner did not work well with my tiny tender stomach, so the moms expended much energy to create delicious home cooked meals for me. I loved them.

Then they ruined it by buying kibble that is for dental health.

It was awful.

So, I refused to eat it and pretended I was sick again.

You get the picture?

Now, they are on to me and have bought me new food for canines who desire variety in their lives. Its sort of working, but I'm still holding out for orzo, cottage cheese, steamed butternut squash and organic chicken breast.

Now they are on my case to get my teeth brushed on a daily basis. I am getting more patient, but they are threatening me with another cleaning. I may be a handsome lad, but my breath leaves something to be desired.

When I had my teeth cleaned the last time, my xrays were sent to a doggie dentist who pointed out that my dental care could be better attended to with a electric toothbrush.

Uh, no. Thanks, I'm already tortured by the dremel twice a month, why add to my misery?

Instead I put up with n.mom putting her hand in my mouth and brushing my teeth with delicious poultry flavored goo and TH mom trying hard not to wretch while she holds me down.

Its tons of fun and fun for the whole family.

ernest trying to get the endorsement of four out of five dentists

Blushing down to my toes.

Seriously.

ernest who has a tender stomach today

I'm going into lockdown for the next week while the moms rethink my campaign strategy. I think it has everything to do with the mail in primary fiasco in Michigan, but well, never mind.

You all know who the real winner is -- you and me because you are getting the word of ernest embedded in the milieu of life. Who better than to change things but dogs and their people.

Rocky, Nelson and the lovely ladies at the academy and the goldens left by their owners to cavort in Cabo will be helping me get through Pennsylvania and march on to the next hurdle gaining access to the print media and tv.

Oh, the moms, they are not propping up the US dollar by spending their disposable (hah) income in the US, they are off to France where they will increase their carbon footprint enormously and eat cheese that they could be bringing home to me.

They are not helping my campaign at all. They could stay home or vacation at Dollywood, Disneyworld, Branson or better yet, stay in tent in the back yard.

be cool dudes, i'll be back.


as if ernest the puppy had a say

Now we are two.

Happy Birthday Phracey.

My mom is going to start a flickr group for Ernest sticker/t shirt sightings.

Stay tuned kids.

First stickers sent out on Saturday, already received as far as Appomattox, VA. Is that cool or what?

Um, I'm acting up for my birthday. I'm very jumpy and sort of moody at the same time. I refuse to eat unless my food has been altered with something - pasta, veggies, beef stew. I am being cussid.

ernest done with Vermont, off to Pennsylvania where custard rules

This is my birthday week! Phracey and I turn two this week. Wooot!

Okay, back to the regularly scheduled roaching.

My stickers are here!

Very cool.

They'll be in the mail shortly.

Shameless self promotion.

If you email me or leave me a comment (better yet, I get so few), I'll send you a bumpersticker. I'll contact you to get your address. I can't think straight, its been a long week for me. Roaching in the sun, perfecting my flat basset and kissing babies.

sticking to you ernest the puppy

Hi!

I am alive, just in Texas.

Smooching Tofu and his mom for making me the coolest stickers in the world. My mom is going to put one on her car and sending one to Mama Stephanie for the 509!

Auntie Mony has my final print for my buttons and tshirts. I'll send you the link when I can.

I am really busy kissing little girls who will grow up to be voters.


ernest the kissing machine

Happy St. Valentine's Day to my best friend and sissie!

smooches,

ernest

Hi there!

My only hope for an upset win are superdelegates.

Other than that, here I am sporting a lei made out of pineapple flavored biscuits that
the moms brought back last week from Hawaii.

It is damn tasty. Can I say that on the internets?

hula hula ernest poi dog pondering poi

Hi its me!

It is rainy and cold here, so I am taking my job as spokesbasset for the down industry
very seriously.

Other than that, caucuses in WA are tomorrow and I'm on the ballot.

downy soft from the rain to you ernest

I'm back from lock down where I shared quarters with Lucy, a hound cross. We had fun! Not that kind, more like running around and being very active.

I am happy to be home. I think.

The moms purport to be home, at least one of them for the next six weeks.

Apparently, they were out shaking hands, kissing babies, eating spam and hulaing for the Ernest revolution in Hawaii, which does not carry that many delegates according to Mama Stephanie, my strategist

ernest jumping all over super tuesday

This could keep me from my sister!

Phracey! I'll fly over and rescue you, just say the word --Spot, Timmy, Lola and even Gladys.

ernest in a state over the weather

Me update ---

I am currently holing up with my legal counsel, Rocky, the basseherd and Nelson, another basset. We are apparently the belles (beaus) of the ball at the AOCB.

We're working on those states that matter.

smooches from up in the 425.

ernest the puppy not really one but still

I'm in seclusion with Rocky, my favorite basset/shepherd mix and another basset and a couple of more popular breeds, working on my campaign strategy.

Unlike Britney, I am avoiding the paparazzi.

ernest pulling and pushing at the same time

My media consultant has been very busy. She sent nmom and th mom the proofs of my tshirt and bumper stickers and they are quite pleased.

Stay tuned for ernest 2008 paraphenalia coming soon to you!

Very graphic, very today, very ernest.

smooches to auntie mony the most talented graphic designer a basset could ever want

On other fronts, everything is good. I am keeping my people fit with walks, strategizing sessions and discussions of when and how I can bring the eastern Washington white house to the 206.

ernest in the lap of love (t.mom and asleep before 8 30 pm)

It is good to be in your own watershed.

ernest campaigning with a smaller carbon footprint than the other candidates

I'm on my way home.

Yipeee.

I am trying to bring nobel spot home with me. I wonder if they'll notice another four paws.

ernest who should be stomping in south carolina right now

Erm, here is the latest on me.

Happy New Year.

My speech writers are in Rome eating my pasta and gelato, so I'll be brief.

Farm animals are not toys, do not treat them as such.

Ice is slippery, all four paws are needed for traction.

If its really cold, the inside of the house, especially the couch is a good place to hang.

Always respect your elders, including humans, they control things like the heat and whether or not you get to go for walks. Remember that.

I hope that all of you have gotten your people up for their post new year's eve walkies to clear their heads after all that prosecco, barbera or beer they may have had last night.

ernest out with the old and in with the new in 2008

We have snow at Rancho Oxboro!

Click here to see myself and my homies.

ernest the snow dog

I'm with my sister, half brothers, mom and dad in Goldendale. I miss my moms, but I know that I will be back to terrorize them soon.

I hope they save me a few presents to open when I get back.

Here's hoping that all my friends and foes have a great Christmas/Festivus and a Happy New Year. My moms are running off to Italy to bring me back pasta (my favorite food in the world) and hopefully come back with some bonios and discuss mannerist architecture and its relationship to gelato flavors.

I'm sure Mama Stephanie will provide them with Ernest updates to update all of you.

ernest who is still trying to determine the fine line between naughty and nice

I am feeling way better. I'm four on the floor now.

I see that Sophie is also feeling better.

ernest who smooches all from afar

My paw hurts. I am currently a tripod (sorry Finnegan) unless I am offered a lap, an ottoman or my biscuit. Then I'm a speed demon/gymnast.

More later and smoochies to my Sophina La Brador.

ernest who cannot do the peg leg thing

While I am in Goldendale, keeping the troops amused and working on my campaign, my mom's are doing some clean up of their Emails. N.mom found this sent by my T.mom when I was a tiny basset baby boy:


B is for basset, alone in his car
O is for opening, a window's worth safe him to keep
R is for raspberries, to keep him amused
E is for entertainment, delivered right there
D is for dish, with water and ice
- June 23, 2006

I think they should keep their day jobs of keeping ecosystems functioning and visualized and tidal waves from sweeping bassets off the beach. What do you think?

e is for ernest who is running for election

For all you waiting for my card, its coming. My card was stuck behind the big flood in Washington state for eight days.

If you still want a non denominational ernest the puppy is not going to pester you into voting for him until a bit later; but let us rejoice in the season card - please send me an email at
ernestpuppy AT gmail DOT (not DOG), communist (com).

My moms have friends that worked for dot.communists and now sit on their rears all day eating bonbons and reading mysteries. They (the moms) are not bitter in the slightest.

No siree.

Other than that, I found the perfect present today for my mama Stephanie!

I would share it with you, but I know Phracey reads this blog religiously, but non denominationally and I don't want to give it away.

It is so cool. I believe Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie will fight over it like the moms do with the heating pad.

ernest working his way back to you babe

Noble Spot and Timmy, Image courtesy of Joe Gonyeau, Oxboro Images.

These are the sibs, a SUMD (Timmy the flat coated retriever) and Nobel Spot. They better be ready for a real man dog coming their way soon! Ernest who is happy to be home (sort of, its boring here) is going to descend upon Rancho Oxboro soonly.

I cannot believe that not only is my beautful sissy in the house, but so is Lola! and Spot! and Timmy! I cannot wait to hide behind Timmy.

Ernest, who waits in the dark of the house for his peeps to come rescue him and plug back in the Christmas lights

Word to my T.mom who is now a doctor and she owes it all to this doode, Henry Stommel. Okay, not really, but alot of his ideas made her more curious than a basset hound who is wondering where his roasted acorn squash is.

I am not due for any shots right now, but can she administer them if need be?

Am I supposed to call her something else?

Will she be too busy to take me for a walk?

Oh the ponderables.

ernest who could be doctoring up some squash now

Mistakes were made, I blame myself.

ernest who does know the difference between right and wrong

Bone tired, Ernest the puppy.

Due to Alaska Airlines mechanical delays on my n.moms flight, I am to be released on good behavior tomorrow.

Free ME!

Actually, I am going to miss my pal, Rocky. He's a basset/German shepherd mix and everyone says that we're the two coolest dudes in lockdown. He looks like a shepherd, but on short legs. I'm going to ask n.mom if we can get one of our own.

ernest who is going over and over and over again

Lockdown update:

It has snowed here. I am okay. Its almost gone.

My new roommate is a basset mix named Rocky. We are getting along like Cheney and the NRA.
Its nice to jump over someone my size.

My sissy is under storm alert 2007. Apparently the snow is so deep in the 509, she's tunneling her way out. It better be snowing when I arrive for Christmas.

My mom is almost a doctor, she needs to make sure she's one before I need my next shots.

ernest who would appreciate a cake with a file in it

Life can be so unfair.

In lockdown until next Thursday.

Ernest

Today I was super busy and up super busy. I did not go shopping but I was a pacer and cheerer for the Seattle Marathon and Half Marathon.

N.mom was silly enough to sign up for the race. TH mom was nice enough to take me for several walks that N.mom could have taken me on if she wasn't trying to walk/run in a straight line. TH mom took me to mile 7.5 in the Washington Park Arboretum where I am the honorary basset of the Arboretum Foundation. There we served as pacers for N.mom as she came through our section. We then took her jacket and handed her a beverage.

I was scritched by many walkers and some runners.

Later, I moved towards the finish line and provided moral support at the end.

I bayed and howled when people started clapping and yelling for the participants.

It was fun.

I am getting ready for my racing season -- the furry 5K, the valentines run and the Whidbey Island Half Marathon.

ernest running with the devil

It is cold here, that means that my moms take pity on me and turn the heat up.

I could live with this.

I understand from my sister it has snowed already in the 509. I'm hoping that it snows while I'm there, but not before to stop my return to my roots. You know how GWB spends all his time in Crawford fixing fences and eating popcorn while watching old Mayberry episodes? I'll spend my time at Rancho Oxboro trying to deal with issues such as immigration, the farm bill, trade deficits and animal rights. I believe the tv will be off limits.

My mom posted some pictures of me that will appear on my non-partisan non-religious generic holiday greeting that she has offered to send to my blogging friends if you send me an email or peemail if you want, but she can't read it.

my email is ernestpuppy AT gmail Dot communist

I will be happy to personalize all cards and I will not send your addresses to my committee to elect me until after all your holiday bills have been shredded or hidden underneath the doormat.

Ernest who ho ho hos with the best of them

Thankful.

ernest wishing he could make the world wonderful for all

Today they announced that New Hampshire would be holding the first Presidential Primary on January 8, 2008.

I will still be in Goldendale as my moms will be returning from gallivanting around Italy.

Anyone want to serve as my logistical coordinator and front person for the East coast?

ernest now looking for a balaclava that does not clash with my coloring

I have been very busy working on my position papers on various subjects that are important to my consituents.

Phracey has been emailing me and asking me to take stances on Fisheries Enforcement, which is something that is out of the realm of the moms and today, illegal immigration.

That is, the immigration of unwanted cats into Rancho Oxboro.

I am thinking and talking to my advisors.

Its hard work getting ready to run for president, not only do you have to watch what the paparazzi catch you "doing", but you have to form an opinion on thing other than squeakies, cats (wanted and unwanted) and which autumn squash should you try this week.

ernest who hopes to sleep on it

I have managed to stay alive and relatively healthy this past week.

Today I was bathed in preparation for my Thanksgiving Eve speech and pardoning of all turkeys, turkduckens and tofurkeys that I may encounter. I also am forgiving all indiscretions caused by dogs that indulge a little too heavily in stuffing and sweet potatoes. I do smell good and if I pass muster I may get to jump onto grandmere's very light colored couch, when she's not looking.

I celebrated an early Thanksgiving with the moms. I was incarcerated during most of the meal but was allowed to greet my public and scored my own slab of hubbard squash so all is well.

ernest who is thankful each and every day he's allowed to blog

They say that cats have nine lives and dogs have only one. This week I used at least two of some cats and my moms are still reeling....

First, I sampled some mocha butter cream frosting from TH mom's bd cake. Cocoa, butter, caffeine and sugar! Delish in my opinion, could have brought the coffee up a notch and maybe left more on the beater and left the dishwasher open longer so that I could have finished off the beater.

Alas, I was found out and n.mom assured TH mom that I was going to be okay.

A few days ago, I was bored and chewed the stupid protective covering of the cord so that I may not hurt those around me. In my very now aggressive chewing, I managed to basically chew the cord in half as well. Yesterday, when reaching for my squeaky, which was now next to the cord that was basically a live wire, I shocked myself, shorted out the lamp, created a little burn in the wood floor (oops), tripped the breaker, singed my whiskers on my left side and freaked the living lights out of the moms.

Needless to say, I'm busted, but at the same time, they are hugging me all the time.

My mama Stephanie said that assasination before I'm president is not such a good idea.

I'm taking it up with my advisor, Mr. Pigeon be gone Owl.

Ernest bringing light to the masses and taking it away

Gulp. This is the first true Tuesday in November. One year from now you all will be voting for me to be president.

Must get out and get cracking on that campaign.

ernest

Not necessarily showing my good side today.

smooches,

ernest

No kissy face for a while.....

I woke up this morning with a cough, kennel cough. Strange as I have been vaccinated.

It appears that on Monday, after I was sprung from lockdown (which has very strict rules about
vaccinations), I was exposed to a puppy at work whose mom knew she had kennel cough and did
not share this information with the T mom.

Needless to say, none of the three of us is amused.

N.mom and TH mom were going to Kauai this weekend leaving me in lockdown for three days of board, spoil and motivational weight loss training for some lucky dog. Now they are staying home and I am supposed to be quarantined from other dogs for up to 10 days.

They are also worried that in my daily smoochings of my dog friends, including some of my more senior friends, I may have made them sick. I hope not.

Anyone know how to keep me amused for the next ten days?

ernest who is rasping like a two pack a day smoker