Things are getting crazy on the convention floor here in Denver!

And it did not involve a four legged delegate!

Spot, Clancy. Puff, Evita. Lucille, Mama Stephanie and I were taking our normal walk through the DNC and you will never guess what we saw!


About four feet from the ground, safely out of the reach of some very curious Basset Hounds there were two nuthatches having a fight! They were so occupied with trying to kill each other that they never noticed we were under them. Very strange.



I ate all of my food and some of Spot’s food today. I am hungry. My sissy is smelling better and better every day, but I know that I could not win the nomination if I tried to woo her. Clancy says that it is not yet time to get our dander up and he knows, so I'll listen to him, for once.

Ernest, taking the convention by storm.

My TH mom has been in Greenland for about a week! She is suffering from fruitable and vegetablable withdrawal compounded by the lack of fresh milkables.

However, somewhere in the arctic lurks a wallymelon patch!

She sent this to prove it.

Nmom is leaving tomorrow and promised to bring two limes for gin and tonics up near the ice camp.

ernest

Mama S took me to the fair! Is she not lovely? She campaigned for me in the 509. After our ruckus on Friday she said no dice to taking Spot and I out in public, but she took me in spirit.

I'm in Denver right now trying to get a howl in edgewise. That Michele Obama is quite a stage hog.

Other than that, I have been keeping busy trying to impress the girls, its not working. I have been participating in fence races with Spider from the Happy Tails Home for Wayward Rottweillers next door. Timmy won but I came in second! He has much longer legs, so you figure out who is really the rock star.

Papa Joe took some pictures of the rodeo. I am certain that I would have been able to dress the sheep much better than these guys. They just wouldn't let me.
Stay tuned for more of me at Rancho Oxboro and Denver!

Ernest red bad, blue good

Do the words getting out of Dodge mean anything to you?

After causing quite the commotion the last few days as someone near and dear to me is starting to smell wonderful and girly, I have decided that retreat is the better part of valor and am making my way to Denver for the Democratic National Convention.

Well, I will once Papa J gives me a ride to the airport.

I wonder if they serve vitabones on such a short flight.

ernest house arrest, what house arrest basset

From the desk of Ernest basset esq.


Rain, rain go away.

We are very bored in the 509. It is raining and muddy and we are not amused.

We are picking on Nobel Spot as he is the youngest.

Poor spot.

It is supposed to stop raining soon.

I hope so because I cannot miss my flights to Denver for the DNC. I understand there is a groundswell of support for Ernest as veep.

Nmom neglected to buy an Ernest t shirt to wear to Greenland. She better get cracking.

Ernest who believes the revolution is just a t shirt away

Hi!

As I sweltered this weekend in the 509 a few things came to my mind...

Have you seen this story? It rocks.

Here were my questions to my nmom.

Why did they dress that bird up in a tuxedo?

When I become president can I knight birds?

How do you knight something that you can't reach?

Can presidents be knighted?

ernest who loves the knight life

Papa Joe is documenting my Summer Camp Experience.

Check it out here.

ernest heat advisory stricken basset to the masses

Today I am going to give some advice to those of you who may be trying to make a positive impression on new people -- this could be a job interview, a pitch for a product, meeting the new inlaws or just trying to speed date.

For your information, I have given lots of interviews and met lots of people in my short rein as the only basset hound worthy of the highest public office and know what I am talking about. These hints are solid, some of which I should follow myself on a regular basis.


1. Putting your paws in someone's crotch when you first meet them is not good form.
2. Don't forget to lift your leg before entering the room, not after you arrive.
3. Chewing on the pencils or table legs is probably not going to get you into the second round of
interviews.
4. References should be positive, so maybe not the one from the lady with the dead yew in her front garden.
5. If things are going bad, you can always roach or commando crawl and everyone will think you are cute and love you any way.

ernest workforce management consultant to the masses

From the desk of Ernest the Basset:

Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie came home early on Monday evening. I told them how happy I was to see them.

While they were gone, Spot the bad figured out how to open his kennel door. Kathy had to catch him and put him back in his kennel. He was living with Timmy the flat coat who did not go out the door.

This morning on the walk Phrace the Miscreant and Spot the Bad dug their way under the gate in the driveway. Everybody else including me The Good stayed in the yard. Mama Stephanie and Papa Joe spent two hours looking for Phrace the Miscreant and Spot the Bad. Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie finally went down to the creek. Papa Joe found them behind the neighbor’s house in the creek munching on dead squirrels! The neighbor shoots the squirrels and throws the carcasses down the embankment.

Mama Stephanie told Phrace and Spot that they were not going on the walks any more and will have to walk on leash until; the gate issue is solved.

I am being very good. I have eaten my food every day. I have not seen a squirrel but I did chase two cats! I miss you and I will be very happy to see you.

Sincerely and with great love of the couch,

Ernest basset esq.

cc: TH mom and my archivist, N.mom

Greetings from the 509. I have been here for eight days with many more to go as the moms have decided that all this back and forth to and froing to lockdown and home is killing them.

So, with Timmy the flat coat, the Nobel Spot and Phracey I play and squeak and bay.

So far it appears that the squirrels are winning. I have yet to catch one -maybe next week.

Bummer.

I am missing the moms a tiny bit, but I think they are really missing me the mostest. It is because of me they know exactly what the neighbors are drinking.

Papa J is supposed to give nmom a link to some pictures so that you can see what I am up to.

However, for now, you can look at a cute picture of me as a tiny basset puppy.

ernest don't fence me in basset

Ask Ms. Brador and ye shall receive.


Click here to see more of the family reunion.

Hi!

This weekend I had house guests - one two footed and two pawed and two four pawed.

Guess who?

Right -- Mama S, Phracey and Noble Spot!

It was fun.

I am tired.



We wrestled, we tugged, we fought and we napped. I used Spot's ear as a chew toy. It was delicious. In fact, it brought him good luck and he won best of opposite sex at dog show. Forget the buddha rubbing, let me chew on your ear for good luck and fortune.


Now I'm in the 509 hanging with my homies.

out for kibble ernest the puppy

The saddest thing.

Nmom got to meet Kubrin and Meggie and Boots, Cleo and Tealeaf last summer.

She writes about it here.

She will miss them all and I will miss their antics as well.