Wednesday, July 25, 2012

A dog and owl go into a bar... #ernestgram #dogsofinstagram

It is hot again. I am not amused and neither is owl.  My mom thinks that my approach to life parallels her current job search.  Our next few blog posts will discuss my zen habits and how it is helping her find a job. It is true, I am a zen master when I am not dragging or being dragged on a walk.


Sunday, July 22, 2012

Charles Barkley, CEO of Casa Beagle International calls this meeting to order #beaglesinglasses

This weekend was all about getting down to business.

Charlie is the brains behind the operation. I am the brawn and look great on camera.


Unless, of course, I am resting.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Tonight, my water bowl was invaded by CATS.


Later I was tortured while eating pasta.

I get very little respect from the lesser apes.

edd, who was just minding his own business

Monday, July 16, 2012

I spent the weekend doing a lot of this.
I am going to spend the week doing a lot of this when the provide me a boost. I miss my bench.
Good thing I am so cute.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Welcome to my reality and bunker for the foreseeable future...



You have to have pass six levels of security clearance to gain access, or be Annie.


I have another secret fortress, near the stairs at Casa Beagle with an ocean view. Like my other fortress, you have to possess a high security clearance to enter, unless you are Annie.


She rules the roost.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012


No, this does not sound like me at all. I believe in the separation on naps and play, as much as I believe that people should be able to read in peace. Basically, NO WAY JOSE.

If I am upright and engaged, I expect you to do the same.

On a more serious note...

Who invited Annie to stay for the day?


Saturday, July 07, 2012

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

Happy 4th!

Happy Fourth of July from Ernest Basset who is no longer a puppy in the eyes of the court, but is a puppy at heart.

I am currently still under house and kennel arrest.

This means a lot of things.

I am banished from all furniture climbing or sitting for the foreseeable future.

I miss my couch

So are my apes!

I am relegated to the floor and beds that are too small for me.

No longer tiny

Please send help or buy me a bigger bed. (Note: E has a million beds, he just chooses to look pathetic in this tiny one, Ed. )

I am going to see my neurologist tomorrow. I hope she says I am fit for travel. Charlie is taking my favorite sleeping spots at Casa Beagle and I need to reclaim them toute de suite.


Sunday, July 01, 2012

it is not copper river?

This blog has not been updated for a few weeks. Why? Apes have been busy doing THINGS that purportedly take precedence over my communication outreach.  (Note to ape in career transition: my blog presence may be the reason you land an awesome job, love, E. )

Well, to tell you the truth, the last two weeks around here have centered around ME! Unfortunately, not in a very uplifting and positive way.  I have hurt my back, badly. I ruptured a disc and hurt a nerve, and was very uncomfortable and scared the moms very much.  I am lucky because I could still walk, sit, pee and stand on my own.  I have had x-rays and a MRI and now my own neurologist. She loves me and was very impressed by my demeanor and general handsomeness. However, she is strict and told the moms that I had to be on kennel rest, with a few short walks a day, no running, no t-boning at the park and no jumping on anything. If I am careful and calm, I will be better without any surgery.

I am not allowed to do stairs for a while. Tmom figured out a route that would let me visit Casa Beagle without any stairs! We dined al fresco! I stayed in my kennel while  being tormented by Annie. Its not perfect, but it is better than staring at my the walls of my x-pen all day.

I know why the caged Basset howls

The neurologist stated there would be no percussive motion for a long time.  Does this mean no drum playing? How about the cymbals?


Feeling poorly

I will continue looking sad and dismissive until I get drumming lessons.

Ernest who knows why the caged basset howls.