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