A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
A blog by a basset hound named Ernest puppy who is making the lives of two people in Seattle very happy and one day hopes to run for public office.
7 comments:
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
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
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.
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.
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.
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
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
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