I met a lurcher today!

I tried to take it home, but its mom insisted that she needed her.

boo.

Relieved the pack is back and intact.

My pal Wally has tagged me to tell you eight things about me.

1. My moms found me on the internets while sort of searching for bassets and sort of not and not really wanting one, but sort of wanting one, you know what I mean? I was the only link on the BHCA page for Washington that had a web page. When N.mom saw some of my relatives, she fell in love and sent an email inquiring if there would be litter expected anytime soon.
2. The email was received, but the reply email went to her spam box! I could have not been found if n.mom had just deleted her spam box without looking at the message headers!
3. My original name was Kirby, after Kirby Puckett. My sister's name is Phrace, after Mama Stephanie's favorite Aunt Phrace.
4. I am named after Ernest Shackleton, the Polar explorer. My middle name is Henry after Henry Hudson, another famous explorer. I go by Ernest, E.dd, Ezp, Ernest the puppy, ernesto, ernest-no, tiny dog, teeny tiny basset baby boy (well maybe not so much any more). My AKC name is Oxboro Miles from our home. I am named after a Cowboy Junkies song. Do you like them? My moms do.
5. I am afraid of cats, all cats.
6. I am really a lap dog, I love laps more than anything. I will curl up in your lap in heartbeat even if I weigh 50 lbs and stay there for a long time.
7. My n.mom has kept every email about me including my weekly correspondence with my sister. Yes, my sister and I still email eachother about our exploits. Maybe one day these will go into my presidential archives.
8. I am probably the friendliest dog you'll meet. I'm good with children, other dogs and people. I'll make a fine president.

Now, I'm tagging Roxy, Ko, and the General.

Poor TH person/mom/will bender,

The seas look nasty, I hope that there are enough popsicles to go around. I prefer red myself.

If it gets worse, its okay to crawl into your kennel and not come out until it is calm again.

If you have to work, N.mom/person said the quarterdeck is a good place to curl up and feel like dying, the breeze helps.

I guess I won't complain about lockdown again. I have it easy.

e.dd who wishes everyone calm seas

It is warmish today, so I am under house arrest.

They say its for my own good, but I am not very happy.

I think summer will be hard for tiny dogs who don't do well in the heat.

ernest - back in black

Dear TH mom person,

I am being trouble.

Please come home.

e.dd

TH mom can be followed on this blog!

cool huh?

It sounds nasty now, strange since our weather also sucketh.

e.dd

A year ago, I was whisked away from my sister and sheep! I climbed over the mountains into the land of democrats, lattes, mancations, priuses, destination retail, strawberries, cats and the hearts of my moms and their people.

I love everybody!

Please tell me about your gotcha day.

Ernest the wise

Rainy days make for bored bassets. Bored bassets make for naughty bassets.

'Nuf said.

ernest

Um, I have had a busy basset day.

Walkies, chasing my new kongie toy, napping, keeping vigil because N.mom went to have her hairs ripped from her brows, a visit to the University to pick up N.mom and Auntie J's race bibs for tomorrow. I managed to remove five baseball caps from the basket on the blanket chest and chew on them!

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. I hope something better than tortilla chips.


Smooches.

TH mom went that a way today. I am not amused.

I wish I was a pirate basset so that I could sail with her, just like the General did from England to the Falklands.
Oh well, I'll just have to stay home and keep the couch warm until she returns from the cooler alaskan waters.

smooches,
Pirate George the Fruit
aka
ernest

I have been tagged by my neighbor up North, Frankie to give you a belly shot. Here is one of me as a tiny puppy. I don't want to show you my belly now as it would involve showing you my manly bits and well, they are MANLY and studely.

I'm tagging Ko, Tealeaf and all the SUMDs and the General, however, everyone else is quite welcome to join in. :)

edd

It is hard work staying up all day and guarding the house. Can you see why I may need another chair, with a back?

Ernest the tired

Ernest thinking of the long week ahead full of walks, bones, couch surfing and cheese.

Really, its all about FBS, Friendly butt sniffing.

I went to the dog park today with all these other bassets but I did not really enjoy myself. I love most dogs, but I need them to engage me. The bassets didn't and I ended up not being a very polite guy.

N.mom made me go to another part of the park where I got to run around with labs, lurchers and other running dogs.

It was fun!

The bath I had later was not fun, but I smell really good and am very very soft.

I wish you all could come with me to the dog park. I know my cyberpals would know how to have a rocking good time.

ernest the exhausted

I am home.

ernest

I'm off to the Academy today while the moms fly to Boston to deal with a family crisis.

I hope they bring me a lobster.

I am very sad today and so are my moms. My half sister went to the bridge yesterday and they are so sad because she fought so hard and so many people prayed and sent good thoughts for her.

My flickr picture today sums it up the bestest.

Ernest is mad.

Please give your puppies a smoochie and a hug from me, the tiny dog. I know that I would have loved to play chase with her.

e.dd

I was once tiny too.

The couch was covered with things so that I couldn't get on it. The doorstop was/is tasty and that big green box in the distance. That was my bedroom. They had to fill it with lots of wineboxes to make it smaller for me.

I was always afraid they would collapse on me.

ernest the large

Always obedient. I sit and look both ways before lunging off the curb.

Safety first.

Ernest esq.

On my lunchtime walk, rolling after flattening, May 7,2007. Temperature outside a balmy 65 degrees.

It is hot today.

I am at home by my lonesome.

I am mastering the flat basset.

e.dd

Guest Editorial:

Nine Things that I, (N.mom) love about Ernest
May 6, 2007 Seattle, WA

1. The fact that Ernest trusts me enough to post his pictures of him in the bath with his chicken on the internet
2. That Ernest believes that one day he will run for president and win
3. Ernest at 50 lbs and 14 months still thinks he's a tiny puppy and will curl up to take a nap on your lap
4. That he loves his sister more than anything in the world
5. He can be trusted to guard the couch for up to four hours a time by himself now
6. He can use the internet better than most adults
7. In the dead of sleep I can remove his harness before bed and he does not snap and growl
8. At the dog park, he's a crazed running machine and can run for miles and miles
9. He's happy in a pack and being a solitary basset at home

NM

On my fourteenth month birthday, I search for the best tomato plant.

ernest the gardener

Me and Phracey, the best of friends, May 2006.

A year ago today was the first time my moms met me in person.

Read about it here.

ernesto the once tiny

With apologies to Ko.

After a good trounce at the dog park, Ernest and Henrietta both need a good scrub.

No chickens were harmed during the bath and the shampoo was deemed cruelty free and safe for all species.

Ernest does like his Khiels, but does not work for the company. He has been seen lounging around the U Village store, but only because they invite him in.