Happy Bloggiversary to me!

I really started blogging a year ago. I was much smaller (3 months old!) and not as wise.

I appreciate all of you sticking around to hear of my tales of woe including the evil Buster, my delightful sister and my dental crises.

I send each and everyone of you a big smooch!

later taters,

e. t. blogger

The colors have been chosen.

Woodwork will be bluebonnet. Walls will be crystal lake.

Primer looks very nice on basset ears!

e. d. d.

I'm not not much of a DIY guy, but since they have decided to redecorate my bathing bathroom, I decided that I would participate in the tsping of the walls and going to the hardware store to pick paint colors.

More to follow.

I was very good.

e. d. d.

decorating dog

Just for Kerrio.

E.dd = Ernest desert dog ( I was sort of born in the desert)

E.rd Ernest rain dog (I live in the rain)

Today is going to be warm. I am being threatened with an outdoor bath. They call it killing two birds with one stone.

Can someone explain that to me.

Confusedly,

Ehd

Ernest hungry dog

Hot weather tires me.

Sincerely,

Ernest formerly E.dd now E.rd

I met a lurcher today!

I tried to take it home, but its mom insisted that she needed her.

boo.

Relieved the pack is back and intact.

My pal Wally has tagged me to tell you eight things about me.

1. My moms found me on the internets while sort of searching for bassets and sort of not and not really wanting one, but sort of wanting one, you know what I mean? I was the only link on the BHCA page for Washington that had a web page. When N.mom saw some of my relatives, she fell in love and sent an email inquiring if there would be litter expected anytime soon.
2. The email was received, but the reply email went to her spam box! I could have not been found if n.mom had just deleted her spam box without looking at the message headers!
3. My original name was Kirby, after Kirby Puckett. My sister's name is Phrace, after Mama Stephanie's favorite Aunt Phrace.
4. I am named after Ernest Shackleton, the Polar explorer. My middle name is Henry after Henry Hudson, another famous explorer. I go by Ernest, E.dd, Ezp, Ernest the puppy, ernesto, ernest-no, tiny dog, teeny tiny basset baby boy (well maybe not so much any more). My AKC name is Oxboro Miles from our home. I am named after a Cowboy Junkies song. Do you like them? My moms do.
5. I am afraid of cats, all cats.
6. I am really a lap dog, I love laps more than anything. I will curl up in your lap in heartbeat even if I weigh 50 lbs and stay there for a long time.
7. My n.mom has kept every email about me including my weekly correspondence with my sister. Yes, my sister and I still email eachother about our exploits. Maybe one day these will go into my presidential archives.
8. I am probably the friendliest dog you'll meet. I'm good with children, other dogs and people. I'll make a fine president.

Now, I'm tagging Roxy, Ko, and the General.

Poor TH person/mom/will bender,

The seas look nasty, I hope that there are enough popsicles to go around. I prefer red myself.

If it gets worse, its okay to crawl into your kennel and not come out until it is calm again.

If you have to work, N.mom/person said the quarterdeck is a good place to curl up and feel like dying, the breeze helps.

I guess I won't complain about lockdown again. I have it easy.

e.dd who wishes everyone calm seas

It is warmish today, so I am under house arrest.

They say its for my own good, but I am not very happy.

I think summer will be hard for tiny dogs who don't do well in the heat.

ernest - back in black

Dear TH mom person,

I am being trouble.

Please come home.

e.dd

TH mom can be followed on this blog!

cool huh?

It sounds nasty now, strange since our weather also sucketh.

e.dd

A year ago, I was whisked away from my sister and sheep! I climbed over the mountains into the land of democrats, lattes, mancations, priuses, destination retail, strawberries, cats and the hearts of my moms and their people.

I love everybody!

Please tell me about your gotcha day.

Ernest the wise

Rainy days make for bored bassets. Bored bassets make for naughty bassets.

'Nuf said.

ernest

Um, I have had a busy basset day.

Walkies, chasing my new kongie toy, napping, keeping vigil because N.mom went to have her hairs ripped from her brows, a visit to the University to pick up N.mom and Auntie J's race bibs for tomorrow. I managed to remove five baseball caps from the basket on the blanket chest and chew on them!

I can't wait to see what tomorrow brings. I hope something better than tortilla chips.


Smooches.

TH mom went that a way today. I am not amused.

I wish I was a pirate basset so that I could sail with her, just like the General did from England to the Falklands.
Oh well, I'll just have to stay home and keep the couch warm until she returns from the cooler alaskan waters.

smooches,
Pirate George the Fruit
aka
ernest

I have been tagged by my neighbor up North, Frankie to give you a belly shot. Here is one of me as a tiny puppy. I don't want to show you my belly now as it would involve showing you my manly bits and well, they are MANLY and studely.

I'm tagging Ko, Tealeaf and all the SUMDs and the General, however, everyone else is quite welcome to join in. :)

edd

It is hard work staying up all day and guarding the house. Can you see why I may need another chair, with a back?

Ernest the tired

Ernest thinking of the long week ahead full of walks, bones, couch surfing and cheese.

Really, its all about FBS, Friendly butt sniffing.

I went to the dog park today with all these other bassets but I did not really enjoy myself. I love most dogs, but I need them to engage me. The bassets didn't and I ended up not being a very polite guy.

N.mom made me go to another part of the park where I got to run around with labs, lurchers and other running dogs.

It was fun!

The bath I had later was not fun, but I smell really good and am very very soft.

I wish you all could come with me to the dog park. I know my cyberpals would know how to have a rocking good time.

ernest the exhausted

I am home.

ernest

I'm off to the Academy today while the moms fly to Boston to deal with a family crisis.

I hope they bring me a lobster.

I am very sad today and so are my moms. My half sister went to the bridge yesterday and they are so sad because she fought so hard and so many people prayed and sent good thoughts for her.

My flickr picture today sums it up the bestest.

Ernest is mad.

Please give your puppies a smoochie and a hug from me, the tiny dog. I know that I would have loved to play chase with her.

e.dd

I was once tiny too.

The couch was covered with things so that I couldn't get on it. The doorstop was/is tasty and that big green box in the distance. That was my bedroom. They had to fill it with lots of wineboxes to make it smaller for me.

I was always afraid they would collapse on me.

ernest the large

Always obedient. I sit and look both ways before lunging off the curb.

Safety first.

Ernest esq.

On my lunchtime walk, rolling after flattening, May 7,2007. Temperature outside a balmy 65 degrees.

It is hot today.

I am at home by my lonesome.

I am mastering the flat basset.

e.dd

Guest Editorial:

Nine Things that I, (N.mom) love about Ernest
May 6, 2007 Seattle, WA

1. The fact that Ernest trusts me enough to post his pictures of him in the bath with his chicken on the internet
2. That Ernest believes that one day he will run for president and win
3. Ernest at 50 lbs and 14 months still thinks he's a tiny puppy and will curl up to take a nap on your lap
4. That he loves his sister more than anything in the world
5. He can be trusted to guard the couch for up to four hours a time by himself now
6. He can use the internet better than most adults
7. In the dead of sleep I can remove his harness before bed and he does not snap and growl
8. At the dog park, he's a crazed running machine and can run for miles and miles
9. He's happy in a pack and being a solitary basset at home

NM

On my fourteenth month birthday, I search for the best tomato plant.

ernest the gardener

Me and Phracey, the best of friends, May 2006.

A year ago today was the first time my moms met me in person.

Read about it here.

ernesto the once tiny

With apologies to Ko.

After a good trounce at the dog park, Ernest and Henrietta both need a good scrub.

No chickens were harmed during the bath and the shampoo was deemed cruelty free and safe for all species.

Ernest does like his Khiels, but does not work for the company. He has been seen lounging around the U Village store, but only because they invite him in.

Really the best we could do.

smoochies,

ernest

Ernest goes blueberry picking, July 2006.
Given my fondness for sheep and goats and other dogs, I have decided that we need a new sheep/dog hybrid.

I am now asking the moms about getting me my own Bedlington Terrier.

You think that will fly?

I got to see pictures of my new brothers and sister. They are very tiny and cute. I hope they get good homes and love like I did.

Moms are getting verklempt over the whole thing - tiny puppies and what not. I think it may be time to up their omega-3s that they keep on hiding in my food.

smoochies,

ernest

Yesterday I worked on bending the will of my people to do what I wish. There are lots of whoo whoo gurus who make lots of money doing this and end up on shows like Breakfast TV and Oprah. I merely think with all my might, creasing my brow and wrinkle my nose and usually it works.

They sometimes think I'm asleep, but this works even while I look like I'm asleep.

Case in point, Saturday afternoon after we did all their boring people errands - brow waxes, flower purchases, bakery purchases (nothing for moi), farmer's market and the regular store they took me home.

I thought they would call it day and let me relax.

They had different plans, a plan that involved a drive, a groomer and a dremel.

I hate having my weekends ruined by that.

So, I grudgingly went into the car, waited while n.mom ran some errands, went to the library and then came home.

She totally forgot to take me to the groomers.

It worked!

Other than that, busy basset weekend - Arboretum Benefit, gardening, bone eating, running around pulling out plant tags, hiding my bum and taking a few naps. My people assure me that other than one evening event this week, they are going to be my side, bending to my will.

smooches,

ernest the magnificent

From http://www.metro.co.uk/news/article.html?in_article_id=46730&in_page_id=34

As a young lad, I loved sheep more than almost everything (other than my sister). I liked living in Seattle except I missed my sheep. My sister still lives with some sheep and S.mom often emails us and tell us what is happening with the sheep at Rancho Oxboro.

If I had my way, we would have a sheep so that I had someone to play with. However, this is ridiculous.

Sheep masquerading as a poodle? Impossible!

My head hurts just thinking about it.

Ernest

Just for the General.


ernest

Does my nose look bigger?

My mom is bored, tired and cranky. She did this tonight in Corel Paint Shop Pro. She got the great idea to sepiaize me from her pal JetSquirrel from Flickr.

Check out her cute bassets and beagle (honorary basset) here.

General Jackson's shorter and younger girlfriend also is on flickr. You can check her out too! Hi Roxy!

Its time for my bed time nap (pre-nap before bed). I am tired. I had to pay attention at work all day and I am now a big brother, so that itself is a tiring thought.

smooches,

ernest

Survival of the fastest, Ernest and Scruffy.

Not much to report here.

I'm enjoying my duck and potato dinners. Mostly, plain, but still I'll hold out for an amendment.

Tonight I had salmon, rice with herbs and kibble. It was very good.

They claim that soon I'll have to start eating veggies again, I say, no way. That was then (I was a tiny puppy). I am much bigger and wiser now.

Smooches.

Ernest

Check out my uncle Frank on the right ! He's famous.

I wonder if they have thought of testing out this toothbrush on recalcitrant basset hounds.

Way to go Uncle Frank and Aunt B for all your hard work.

smoochies,

ernest

I am free! I am the Seattle One!


I am exhausted. I had a busy basset weekend.

Moms went to the Farmer's Market and bought me my own beef soup bones and let me take one out to the back garden.


It was delicious and then they made sure I would let them have it without any growling. I let them have it, I must have passed some test.

Cousin Scruffy came over for the night. We played a lot. I love him and we play kissy face all the time. He's an Idaho potato terrier who lives at Mt. Rainier and knows lots of about National Park Planning. He's going to be my Secretary of Interior when I am elected president, but he may be running as my vice presidential candidate if he's up for public scrutiny.

He's so handsome.

N.mom and Aunt Pat talked a lot this weekend about life, which is good because Scruffy and I get to walk together while they talk. N.mom taught Aunt Pat about the crunching of snails, Aunt Pat finally got into the groove. She sees more banana slugs and elk than snails, but that is what you get for living where you don't have a starbucks every half block and no cell phone reception.

Hmm, maybe that will change.

Anyways, I am tired now, so I'm going to spend the rest of the evening snoring.

smooches,

ernest the bold

The seattle one returns!

I am tired, too much playing.

Mom will post picture later.

Oh, my food has been recalled.

Moms are worried. I got a nice dinner of brown rice, turkey breast meat and cottage cheese out of it.

Smoochies,

ernest

Hi there!

I am having fun at the academy. I am rooming with a golden retriever and black lab.

I am going to be tired on Friday.

Everyone, save me a bone!

smooches,

ernest

I'm in lockdown again.

Trust me, the moms wish they could send me to my sister, but since mom is about to pop the pups, the two of us may be too much work.

So, to the Academy I go.

Actually, I like it there. Dogs, love, chase, show jumping and a bath! N.mom promises to pick me up on Friday.

She better because cousin Scruffy, aunt Pat and Uncle R. are all going to be here this weekend!

Wee!

e.t.p
the seattle one

I have had a very busy basset weekend.

On Saturday, I went to the first of what I believe to be many boring plant sales with my people. I can't understand why anyone would plant anything that does not yield blueberries, blackberries or raspberries or trees.

Trees are good for peeing on the soft fruits are good for eating.

Everything else, meh.

Since it was a benefit for the Arboretum Foundation, I was most welcome. I am their favourite basset as I have been going to their events since I was a tiny lad.

Next week they say it has something to do with Alliances of Perennials, but they promised me a long walk. Cool.

I then jumped up on my Aunt Ruth's mom, which was considered inappropriate behavior and was banished to my kennel.

Then n.mom left to walk a long 13.1 miles. I was pretty good.

The next day we went to see her, that was fun! I rode the ferry, we watched them finish and got lots of scritches.

smooches.

e.dd

Tiny dog, February 2007.

Last night n.mom suggested that we move my large couch to the front window for the summer allowing tiny bassets the ability to look out the window during the summer months when he is stuck at home during the day.

This would requiring moving the rocking chairs and chairs not suitable for basset vigils to the long windows that get covered up during the summer days (southern exposure and what not).

Cheap and easy (not really) to try.

T.mom is not as interested as it may affect napping karma on summer afternoons.

I say bring get that furniture dolly and lets get cracking.

ernest destined for bigger things

Ernest's dream chair. The dreamcatcher from Stickley. Only 2200 bucks, not with the 30% off right now at Masin's fine furniture.

N.mom is reluctant to let me have it. She is cursing tax time and thinking that maybe we'll just stick to free stuff on Craigslist.

Sigh.

It is bassety perfect, n'est ce pas?

The rockers are nice, but they rock.Which is hard on my ability to relax.

E. the consumer of such things.

Ernest as a young man, April 2007.

I'm not as cute as I was as a tiny puppy, but still cute.

smooches,

e.t.y.m

Ernest the puppy, picture courtesy of Joe Gonyeau.

Was I not a beautiful baby?

My mom is expecting soon.

I will no longer be the youngest, I am going to be a big brother, a half brother, but still, cool!

Please note vulture like quality of Snoopy. I do just as well.

From : http://www.bleckly.com/jason/snoopy/vulture/vulturebk1.htm

ernest the vulture basset

Getting my calcium, Ernest the puppy, April 2007.

I need to update you all on my days., they are pretty boring, but they are mine.

Note to G.Jackson ---I am not going grey, I do have white in my muzzle, but I was born with it. I remain a handsome dog.

N.mom is concerned that the tops of my ears are going brown. I think it is fine, she wants to keep me out of the sun.

Please advise.

Okay.

My day is pretty boring. I get up, stretch and go out. Three days a week I accompany my n.mom to a lake near our house. We have to go in the car, but then I get to chase ducks, view wildlife and meet other dogs. It is about 3 miles around and she says I am slowing her down, but she doesn't complain too much.

If we stay home, I take her on a walk around the neighborhood that ranges from .5 miles to a mile, depending. I like to see what is blooming and see what my cat enemies are up to. I know lots of people and their dogs, so it is a nice walk.

After any walk, there is food.

I like most food, but all kibble tastes better with cottage cheese or some kind of amendment.

After that, there is squeaking, running around and then maybe a nap.

Usually, I have to get dressed (harness) and then we go to work.

Oh, don't worry, I don't have to use computers or attending boring meetings, I sit in the car and take a nap.

Yes, I am in a crate, but I am happy and so are they. Right now, it is still cool.

They check on me at 10:30 and then at lunch I get to go for a walk, my choice varies. I like to see different things, buoys, weather stations, the wetlands or the next door dog park. If I don't like the fact that they are taking me back to the car, I work on my flat basset.

There are lots of lawns at work, they are good for naps.

Then back in the car after some water and a snack.

Sometimes, they take me for a walk after work, if not I go home and make them take me again.

I average between 3 to 5 miles a day.

Dinner is a nice time for me to think about how to drive them crazy.

They try and eat and then I convince them that I need to go out. I have them trained to go out at my will.

We go at least one more time, usually to make sure all cats are inside. I spend the time between walks trying to lean into TH mom's lap or work on my vulture basset.

I usually start conking out at 9 pm. I get a bit crabby and start digging in the couch.

I can be coaxed into my crate for a bisquit, but usually after they battle with me to clean my teeth.

The next day it starts again.

I am tired just thinking about it!

ernest

Handsome lad, Ernest, Easter 2007, Seattle, WA.

I am very tired. I have had a very busy basset day keeping track of my people and their guests -- all 20 of them.

I will update later. Currently, n.mom has arranged to sleep with me and provide comfort as I am suffering from pano again!

The better half, Ernest the puppy, April 2007.

I turned thirteen months today, so did Phracey!

They left me at home twice today by my lonesome.

This required bravery on my part.

I am tired from keeping a watch out for my people to return from wherever they went.

They are considering the purchase of a Ernest only chair so that I may keep a vigil more comfortably. I say, do it, and not let price be a barrier.

They told me to hold my horses, I have no idea how I would do that, but it sounds hard.

Ernest who is now recovering from having to stand in a chair for two hours.

Today I worked on my flat basset. It was hot and I did not want to go back to the car. It was fabulous. I did it in the middle of the parking lot. My peeps were not impressed.

I will post a video of my flat basseting once n.mom figures out how to take a video with her phone.

I rule!

e.t.y.m

Today I found out what a lurcher is. For some reason, I thought it had to do with the humans lurching around sort of like Lurch. You know what I mean?

I am impressed. They are so cool and suave and beautiful.

I could have one of my own and with some collaboration, we could get most anything off the table.

I need to find a local lurcher.

e.t.y.m

I'm back!

I had many different roommates - a cairn terrier, two beagles, a dalmatian, a cocker spaniel and a yellow lab! I had fun.

Apparently no one would room with the cairn terrier, but she got along with me. It must be my boyish good looks and my ability to woo my constituents.

I'm on the back of the couch now. N.mom has not removed the stupid bandana they tied on my after my bath. It must be removed before my next walk. I do not wish to be laughed at.

Yours in freedom,

Ernest

I'm back in the slammer again.

I hope I get to shack up with a really hyper dog.

They keep on leaving me and then returning. They claim its stopping soon, it better.

I have been very busy reading blogs about goats, dogs and cats. I think we need a
blogroll update.

later taters,

etym

I ate another library book today.

I am busted and N.mom says that I'm going to have to pay for this one on my own.

Grandmere and Grandpere thought it was cute.

T.mom is not amused.

E.t.y.m

I thought I had a fabulous life.

Check out General Jackson. He was born in England and is now
in the Falkland Islands. He's famous.

However, I think I'll still make a better president.

e.t.y.m

Portrait of a basset as a young man. March 2007.

I am now one year and one week old.

I am much wiser and more mature.

Some of it has to be due to my new relationship with Henrietta.

T.mom took my birthday pictures. You can see them here.

I still hate having my teeth brushed. When will the torture cease?

Later taters.

e.t.y.m

Puppy breath, puppy toes, puppy ears. Ernest at 2.5 months.

I am ending my first year today.

I have managed to befriend many dogs, people in person and in the cyberworld.

I love my moms, my papa joe and mama stephanie and my dog family. I am lucky to get to see them on a regular basis.

I also love my grand mere and grand pere and my aunties and uncles.

My life is good.

e.dd

I'm in the 509 with my homies (again!), while my moms flit off to Paris for a long weekend.

They better bring me back something. I know that I can't have bottles or sticks, but maybe a trip to BHV for a french dog toy would be nice.

I am having so much fun with Phrace and Jedi and everyone. Lola is gone until she comes out of heat. I am bummed. I want my own flat coat retriever too.

Anyways, gotta run and chase my sister.

Ernest who is almost one year old.

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: His Eminence the Very Lord Ernest The Puppy the Prickly of Bumswick by the Hole Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

For the record, I never had an affair with Anne Nicole Smith, thus I am not the father of her child.

e.dd

Today I am 11 months old.

I'm very active. I love my squeaky and driving everyone crazy. I am still afraid of cats, but am very in love with Lola the cat. I am beginning to comprehend the word walk and cookie.

I will soon be putting in my bid for presidency.

e.dd

Tomorrow starts Pet Dental Health Month. I started it early by having xrays, my gum cleaned out where I managed to push it down due to my vigorous need to chew, packed with antibiotic. While they were in there and I was of a diminished capacity (important if I ever am elected president), they cleaned the rest of my pearly whites and gave me a pawdicure.

My moms are not very happy with me.

I was very spacey last night.

I cannot chew on sticks, bottles or anything hard for a long time.

Defective.

However, my breath is great and I'm getting lots of attention.

smooches with sweet breath,

e. dd

My best friend, Phrace. January 2007, Goldendale, Wa. Courtesy of Joe Gonyeau.

Don't mess with Buster.

Missed me?

I was with my peeps in the 509.

I missed you and right now I miss my sister the most.

I was very tired when P. Joe dropped me off in Vancouver. I slept most of the way home on my back with all four paws up in the air. I was tired.

Now, I am driving everyone crazy, as is my mission in life.

Smooches and pictures to follow.

e. dd

I am in Goldendale hanging with my peeps. I am having a good time especially with my sister.

However it is cold and since I'm not with my moms, I am not wearing my silly purple coat when walking.

I hope that they won't mind my projectile shedding when I return home.

Stay warm dudes.

e. dd

I have an uncanny ability to ring my bell to go out right when my peeps either pour a hot cup of coffee or sit down to eat dinner.

Is that cool or what?

What is cooler is that next week I get to go see Phracey in Goldendale!

Oh, by the way, happy new year. Whatever that is about. All n.mom wanted was a tax deduction and I guess I don't count.

smooches,

E.dd

This week I have been learning about teeth brushing and my tolerance to nasty tastes.

Poultry toothpaste - yummy, good with a bisquit chaser.

Berry blast toothpaste - ick.

Mint toothpaste - you are trying to kill me!

Too bad the vet is out of poultry toothpaste.

Then again, why are the strictures of human kind to put on basset hounds? Why must our breath be minty fresh? Maybe it is perfectly normal to smell like you just ate a fermented vole.

No dogs have complained about my breath, just n.mom.

I'll get back to you on the malt flavor.

e. dd

I am completely confused by the indoor tree.

It has stuff on it and stuff under it and I'm not supposed to touch it or do anything.

Yeah right.

I was just told to leave it for the 90th time today.

I can't wait until that tree goes away and I get my chair back.

e.dd

Hmm.

Where was I?

Right, my people sent me off to the kennel while they went in search of bonios and plastic bottles for me. I had a dandy time with my roommates - an Aussie cattle dog named Katy (yes, a female, whoo hoo) and a yellow lab named Sonic who kept me on my toes. I had fun and was very tired when I got home.

I guess I missed some weather. Good thing too, I don't think I like wind very much.

They brought a tree in the house. It confuses me. It also moves which really confuses me.

I am bigger and still really very much the man of the house. Even though they insist on calling me pet names instead of Ernest the man dog.

We're going to have to work on this.

More later, I need a nap.

e.dd

I am part of a basset hound message board and we are having a holiday card exchange. It is so neat, my mom makes the card, pays for the card, writes the card, stamps the card, addresses the card and I get 50 cards in the mail.

Is this what being a boss is like?

I love the cards I am getting, my mailman Steve wanted to know why I was getting more cards than anyone else on the block.

When I run for President, I may make my mom chief of communications.

I also had many small children at my house yesterday. They screamed, petted me and I got to eat their cookies.

It was fun!

I am super wound up today, my moms have offered to take me to the Village to buy my sister's present.

e. dd

I am nine months old today. So far this week, I have managed to destroy a library book and eat the cord on the soul sucking vacuum cleaner. Unfortunately, it still works.

Other than that, I am my normal angelic self.

rock on dudes.

e.dd