Friday, September 03, 2010


I was stung by a wasp yesterday on my postprandial/pre-nakedization perambulation. That is the one where I wait until the moms have swallowed their last piece of pasta and place their napkins on the table. Then I start to whine and kvetch for my last walk of the night.

Nmom usually takes me because she can check on the world via the internets and keep up with my publicity while minding me while I walk.

Last night, I went to Armand's and then I turned around and started hopping. Nmom was worried, then I sat down and wouldn't get up. Did you know I am heavy? Nmom called Aunt D and Aunt A to go get Tmom. The nice neighbors waited with me while Nmom ran home to get the car to get me home.

By the time they got back - Aunt D. was checking me out. She's a surgeon so she knows what a bone is and has a proper bedside manner. The moms loaded me in the car and took me home.

Mama S. said that I would be okay and not to take me to the vet. My moms are such drama queens, but I appreciate that.

This is the email message Tmom sent out.

Dear All -

I am currently napping on the futon. Tmom suggests that, if I
feel well enough to climb up onto the couch and futon repeatedly, I must
be feeling better. With Mama Stephanie's reassurances, I was not taken
to the V-E-T. I took my Benadryl like a brave basset. I did not go for
having baking soda on my paw.

Do you think that Tmom will buy me a PlayStation with the money
she didn't spend at the vet? My paw does seem to get much worse
whenever I am close to the dog biscuit jar. How does that work? And
what is a "drama queen"?

Thank you to D for being the best human surgeon a basset could
ever have and Mama S. for always being the calming voice for my people
when they overreact.

Ernest esq.

P.S. Charly and Phrace and Spice: If you hurt your paw, or at least
your people think you hurt your paw, they do not get angry when you
leave baking soda pawprints all through the house. How cool is that?

Today I played the invalid, but I still managed three walks. I'm just avoiding Armand's lawn.

exit stage left,
ernest basset

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

The summer has been interrupted to bring you fall.


We are not amused.

ernest summer dog

Friday, May 28, 2010

It rained today. It is going to rain tomorrow.
do not disturb, love ernest
Uncle Dale took me to the dog park and I went crazy. So crazy that I had to be nakedized when I got home.

Tomorrow, my Aunt Dianne is going to take me away for a bit so nmom can work on her alleged paper.

The rain water is good for my fur, but bad for my bone chewing opportunities.

ernest basset, rainwater soft.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

Happy Thursday, or maybe not. I wonder if nmom convinced Uncle Dale to walk me on Saturday? Maybe he can take me all day and I can do manly things instead of sit around and watch her pull her hair out thinking about regional science and climate change policy.

Yesterday evening, she abandoned me to go to the ppatch.

This is what she brought back.

Boring stuff and definitely nothing in there to eat unless a lot of sugar and butter get used on that rhubarb.

This is what Tmom found!

Their relatives,if they make it through the gauntlet of predation, cannibalism, eddies, prey availability and having sexy times with other fish three to four years from now depending on fishing pressure will be featured in your next batch of fake crab meat!

My aunties are coming over to walk me! They love me!

Ernest basset, predator and prey

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

because life is too short not to play squeaky
T mom always says life is too short to not squeak with your dog.

Nmom needs to take note of this.

It rained a lot.


But thankfully, it didn't for my lunch time perambulation and my long walk with Uncle Dale and then the one after dinner with nmom. She tried to skunk me out of seeing Armand. I love Armand. He wasn't home at dinner. He was at lunch, he barked at me!

Now I am snoring. Tomorrow is another day and maybe a trip to the dog park with Uncle Dale!

Tmom, I hope you are having a nice time eating meatables.

ernest snoring, i'm not snoring basset

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Hmm. What can I say about today?

I have managed to get nmom to sleep with me. It is really easy. First you go to bed, then you get up and get a drink, a few minutes later after you have made sufficient amount of noise slurping and clicking (toenail dremeling time!), you whine at the bottom of the stairs. Sometimes whining is overkill, you can just pace around and that should do it. It really helps if they only have area rugs and they are thin. Plush rugs are killer on making clicking noises.

Then she gets up to see what I want. Usually it is because my quilt has gotten away from me. I need her to put it back up on the couch or futon so that I do not freeze under sub arctic conditions of 63 degrees.

By this time, she has given up all hope and hops on the futon with me and we sleep throughout the rest of the night.

On occasion, I have been known to get overheated and must leave the bed to cool off. I then make heavy weather about losing my whole futon and grump my way back up on the couch.

I'm not sure why I let her sleep with me, she certainly cramps my style.

Tmom! Nmom got Uncle Guy to walk me! I love that. Can I move in with them?

ernest duvet dog, at your service

Monday, May 24, 2010

Yesterday a nice man stopped nmom at told her that my long ears mean I will have a long life.

Does that mean I have nine of them? Like a cat? Can I string them all together? Can I sell some of them on ebay?

ernest pondering the possibilities

Sunday, May 23, 2010


T mom. I am bored. The weather is good for walking, bad for the laundry. I am driving nmom batty with my incessant need to visit Armand. Over and Over again. Yesterday Armand was more interested in his kongie throw than he was of me humping him.

I have been foresaken for a kongie.

If you want to follow along with Tmom's adventures, visit this blog. It is written by a teacher on her cruise. They are very interested in fish and fishsticks. I'm really interested in Tmom coming home to amuse me.


ernest basset, at your service

Friday, May 21, 2010

TH mom is sailing the ocean gray again.
boof. I miss my Tmom.
I am mopey.
Nmom has outsourced my care (which I prefer). My dog walker bends to my will unlike nmom. He doesn't seem to mind when I roach.
sniffing for TH
I wonder if she's in this patch of grass?

ernest detective dog, extraordinaire

Wednesday, May 05, 2010

Monday morning with Ernest - rain.

Dear Tmom,

I know its hot in the Nation's Capitol, but it is cold here.

Please bring back 20 degrees.

I am currently sleeping underneath two quilts and am hoping for the body of a human to keep me even warmer.

love, ernest basset endothermic

Monday, May 03, 2010

Right where we?

My moms went to DC to hang out with a bunch of like minded individuals including The Sheppies Ma APE!

My nmom and MA APE ate SUSHI together! They had fun, but because of the whole witness protection things, only their eyes can be revealed. Don't mind the one on the left who looks like she just checked into rehab, she hasn't even made that leap yet.


DC, I suppose is a nice place and all. My Tmom is there right now, working on things that I don't understand. My nmom goes next and I think she is just going to take notes and nod a lot. I think somewhere they are planning to make me go, but I think that will be in 2012 and I'll be really busy then.

So, back to reality.

Spring has sprung!


Bassets roach!
I will not obey

Bassets sit on the lawn demanding their marrow bones!

They go on strike for better pay!
Right now, they are working on sleeping, so I better stop typing.

over and out,

ernest the puppy, is sleeping please do not disturb.

Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Why is everyone mean to basset hounds?

Why is it that they pick on the basset?

Moms saw this in Brussels and got mad.

I am a sleek specimen of a basset, with short nails and an excellent disposition.

So much in fact, that my Aunt Dianne says that people she meets while walking me comment on my unbassetlike bassethoundness. WTH? I am just being myself.

Moms are going to see the Sheppies APE this week. They may or may not be photographed together depending on their level of involvement in the witness protection programs.

Friday, April 09, 2010


I am very small here, non? It is really just a trick of the light. I am still mighty big dog, I just like to curl up like a sled dog when the house gets below 60 degrees and my Tmom wants to read the paper.

So, Pepcid AC,smaller and more frequent meals, removing water sources after eating and trying not excite me after I eat are being tried and then this:



What do I look like to you? I am a big dog with a tender stomach.

Alas, I will soothe their nerves and stomachs and buck up and eat this stuff.tbi

Ernest puppy sleek as a seal

Tuesday, April 06, 2010

Handsome fellow
I am living up to my moniker - ett - or Ernest Tender Tummy.

I keep on throwing up my dinner - I think they call it the dog's dinner and usually its right after I finished it. Tmom thinks I am eating too fast. I am doing it until they feed me tiny minced up vegetables, poached chicken breasts and basmati rice exclusively.

They are going to try that four meal a day thing for a while to see if I will not regurgitate my food on the sidewalk, which in most people's opinion beats the antique Tabriz rug in the living room. They also think some pepcid AC, since nmom buys it by the case, this should not be a problem.

What would eat if your tummy bothered you?

ernest.tender.tummy.needs a snack

Thursday, April 01, 2010

If it was 1962

Nmom is having a blast using this new iphone application that lets her pretend that her technological tether is a old fashioned film camera. Yeah, I have been over exposed and underexposed depending on the settings she chooses. I want some royalties and that phone away from my lovely mug.

Nmom likes to send these pictures to my Mama S at Rancho Oxboro. I hope Mama S shows them to my sissy, Phrace to remind her of my presence in my absence.

The latest message back from Oxborians harkens back to 1962.

If it was 1962 I could not drive.


I can not drive now. (she broke her arm - ernest)

Do I have to join the protests again?

We did have the great chants!

Could we have Humphrey and McCarthy back?

Would Chicago get Mayor Daly back?


Chicago has Mayor Daly back.

Do I have to worry about the next Ice Age?

Will we have better living through chemistry?

Will I be able to get an advanced degree even if there is a man wanting that slot in school?

What cigarette was recommended by nine out of ten doctors?

Will the snow turn black again?

Will big hair come back?

Thanks for the trip down memory lane!

mama s

My mom will feature more of these pictures in my next post, which I hope will not be in 2020.

ernest back to the future but loving the past

Friday, March 26, 2010

looking like a tiny puppy

In my absence from the blogging scene all sorts of things have happened and not of all of them good. My mom went to the bridge and hopefully, Wally is being the gentleman that I knew him to be.

I have been working on the video portion of this blog. My mom is taking lots of video of me jumping on the couch and sleeping on it to show the decorator who will reupholster the couch. Take that decorator! Almost as good as the gorilla and the samsonite!

Here I am being particularily adorable and out of focus.

Am I not still the cutest?

Right now, I am the hungriest.

over and out, ernest basset couch tester