I'm going into lockdown for the next week while the moms rethink my campaign strategy. I think it has everything to do with the mail in primary fiasco in Michigan, but well, never mind.

You all know who the real winner is -- you and me because you are getting the word of ernest embedded in the milieu of life. Who better than to change things but dogs and their people.

Rocky, Nelson and the lovely ladies at the academy and the goldens left by their owners to cavort in Cabo will be helping me get through Pennsylvania and march on to the next hurdle gaining access to the print media and tv.

Oh, the moms, they are not propping up the US dollar by spending their disposable (hah) income in the US, they are off to France where they will increase their carbon footprint enormously and eat cheese that they could be bringing home to me.

They are not helping my campaign at all. They could stay home or vacation at Dollywood, Disneyworld, Branson or better yet, stay in tent in the back yard.

be cool dudes, i'll be back.


as if ernest the puppy had a say

Now we are two.

Happy Birthday Phracey.

My mom is going to start a flickr group for Ernest sticker/t shirt sightings.

Stay tuned kids.

First stickers sent out on Saturday, already received as far as Appomattox, VA. Is that cool or what?

Um, I'm acting up for my birthday. I'm very jumpy and sort of moody at the same time. I refuse to eat unless my food has been altered with something - pasta, veggies, beef stew. I am being cussid.

ernest done with Vermont, off to Pennsylvania where custard rules

This is my birthday week! Phracey and I turn two this week. Wooot!

Okay, back to the regularly scheduled roaching.

My stickers are here!

Very cool.

They'll be in the mail shortly.

Shameless self promotion.

If you email me or leave me a comment (better yet, I get so few), I'll send you a bumpersticker. I'll contact you to get your address. I can't think straight, its been a long week for me. Roaching in the sun, perfecting my flat basset and kissing babies.

sticking to you ernest the puppy

Hi!

I am alive, just in Texas.

Smooching Tofu and his mom for making me the coolest stickers in the world. My mom is going to put one on her car and sending one to Mama Stephanie for the 509!

Auntie Mony has my final print for my buttons and tshirts. I'll send you the link when I can.

I am really busy kissing little girls who will grow up to be voters.


ernest the kissing machine

Happy St. Valentine's Day to my best friend and sissie!

smooches,

ernest

Hi there!

My only hope for an upset win are superdelegates.

Other than that, here I am sporting a lei made out of pineapple flavored biscuits that
the moms brought back last week from Hawaii.

It is damn tasty. Can I say that on the internets?

hula hula ernest poi dog pondering poi

Hi its me!

It is rainy and cold here, so I am taking my job as spokesbasset for the down industry
very seriously.

Other than that, caucuses in WA are tomorrow and I'm on the ballot.

downy soft from the rain to you ernest

I'm back from lock down where I shared quarters with Lucy, a hound cross. We had fun! Not that kind, more like running around and being very active.

I am happy to be home. I think.

The moms purport to be home, at least one of them for the next six weeks.

Apparently, they were out shaking hands, kissing babies, eating spam and hulaing for the Ernest revolution in Hawaii, which does not carry that many delegates according to Mama Stephanie, my strategist

ernest jumping all over super tuesday

This could keep me from my sister!

Phracey! I'll fly over and rescue you, just say the word --Spot, Timmy, Lola and even Gladys.

ernest in a state over the weather

Me update ---

I am currently holing up with my legal counsel, Rocky, the basseherd and Nelson, another basset. We are apparently the belles (beaus) of the ball at the AOCB.

We're working on those states that matter.

smooches from up in the 425.

ernest the puppy not really one but still

I'm in seclusion with Rocky, my favorite basset/shepherd mix and another basset and a couple of more popular breeds, working on my campaign strategy.

Unlike Britney, I am avoiding the paparazzi.

ernest pulling and pushing at the same time

My media consultant has been very busy. She sent nmom and th mom the proofs of my tshirt and bumper stickers and they are quite pleased.

Stay tuned for ernest 2008 paraphenalia coming soon to you!

Very graphic, very today, very ernest.

smooches to auntie mony the most talented graphic designer a basset could ever want

On other fronts, everything is good. I am keeping my people fit with walks, strategizing sessions and discussions of when and how I can bring the eastern Washington white house to the 206.

ernest in the lap of love (t.mom and asleep before 8 30 pm)

It is good to be in your own watershed.

ernest campaigning with a smaller carbon footprint than the other candidates

I'm on my way home.

Yipeee.

I am trying to bring nobel spot home with me. I wonder if they'll notice another four paws.

ernest who should be stomping in south carolina right now

Erm, here is the latest on me.

Happy New Year.

My speech writers are in Rome eating my pasta and gelato, so I'll be brief.

Farm animals are not toys, do not treat them as such.

Ice is slippery, all four paws are needed for traction.

If its really cold, the inside of the house, especially the couch is a good place to hang.

Always respect your elders, including humans, they control things like the heat and whether or not you get to go for walks. Remember that.

I hope that all of you have gotten your people up for their post new year's eve walkies to clear their heads after all that prosecco, barbera or beer they may have had last night.

ernest out with the old and in with the new in 2008

We have snow at Rancho Oxboro!

Click here to see myself and my homies.

ernest the snow dog

I'm with my sister, half brothers, mom and dad in Goldendale. I miss my moms, but I know that I will be back to terrorize them soon.

I hope they save me a few presents to open when I get back.

Here's hoping that all my friends and foes have a great Christmas/Festivus and a Happy New Year. My moms are running off to Italy to bring me back pasta (my favorite food in the world) and hopefully come back with some bonios and discuss mannerist architecture and its relationship to gelato flavors.

I'm sure Mama Stephanie will provide them with Ernest updates to update all of you.

ernest who is still trying to determine the fine line between naughty and nice

I am feeling way better. I'm four on the floor now.

I see that Sophie is also feeling better.

ernest who smooches all from afar

My paw hurts. I am currently a tripod (sorry Finnegan) unless I am offered a lap, an ottoman or my biscuit. Then I'm a speed demon/gymnast.

More later and smoochies to my Sophina La Brador.

ernest who cannot do the peg leg thing

While I am in Goldendale, keeping the troops amused and working on my campaign, my mom's are doing some clean up of their Emails. N.mom found this sent by my T.mom when I was a tiny basset baby boy:


B is for basset, alone in his car
O is for opening, a window's worth safe him to keep
R is for raspberries, to keep him amused
E is for entertainment, delivered right there
D is for dish, with water and ice
- June 23, 2006

I think they should keep their day jobs of keeping ecosystems functioning and visualized and tidal waves from sweeping bassets off the beach. What do you think?

e is for ernest who is running for election

For all you waiting for my card, its coming. My card was stuck behind the big flood in Washington state for eight days.

If you still want a non denominational ernest the puppy is not going to pester you into voting for him until a bit later; but let us rejoice in the season card - please send me an email at
ernestpuppy AT gmail DOT (not DOG), communist (com).

My moms have friends that worked for dot.communists and now sit on their rears all day eating bonbons and reading mysteries. They (the moms) are not bitter in the slightest.

No siree.

Other than that, I found the perfect present today for my mama Stephanie!

I would share it with you, but I know Phracey reads this blog religiously, but non denominationally and I don't want to give it away.

It is so cool. I believe Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie will fight over it like the moms do with the heating pad.

ernest working his way back to you babe

Noble Spot and Timmy, Image courtesy of Joe Gonyeau, Oxboro Images.

These are the sibs, a SUMD (Timmy the flat coated retriever) and Nobel Spot. They better be ready for a real man dog coming their way soon! Ernest who is happy to be home (sort of, its boring here) is going to descend upon Rancho Oxboro soonly.

I cannot believe that not only is my beautful sissy in the house, but so is Lola! and Spot! and Timmy! I cannot wait to hide behind Timmy.

Ernest, who waits in the dark of the house for his peeps to come rescue him and plug back in the Christmas lights

Word to my T.mom who is now a doctor and she owes it all to this doode, Henry Stommel. Okay, not really, but alot of his ideas made her more curious than a basset hound who is wondering where his roasted acorn squash is.

I am not due for any shots right now, but can she administer them if need be?

Am I supposed to call her something else?

Will she be too busy to take me for a walk?

Oh the ponderables.

ernest who could be doctoring up some squash now

Mistakes were made, I blame myself.

ernest who does know the difference between right and wrong

Bone tired, Ernest the puppy.

Due to Alaska Airlines mechanical delays on my n.moms flight, I am to be released on good behavior tomorrow.

Free ME!

Actually, I am going to miss my pal, Rocky. He's a basset/German shepherd mix and everyone says that we're the two coolest dudes in lockdown. He looks like a shepherd, but on short legs. I'm going to ask n.mom if we can get one of our own.

ernest who is going over and over and over again

Lockdown update:

It has snowed here. I am okay. Its almost gone.

My new roommate is a basset mix named Rocky. We are getting along like Cheney and the NRA.
Its nice to jump over someone my size.

My sissy is under storm alert 2007. Apparently the snow is so deep in the 509, she's tunneling her way out. It better be snowing when I arrive for Christmas.

My mom is almost a doctor, she needs to make sure she's one before I need my next shots.

ernest who would appreciate a cake with a file in it

Life can be so unfair.

In lockdown until next Thursday.

Ernest

Today I was super busy and up super busy. I did not go shopping but I was a pacer and cheerer for the Seattle Marathon and Half Marathon.

N.mom was silly enough to sign up for the race. TH mom was nice enough to take me for several walks that N.mom could have taken me on if she wasn't trying to walk/run in a straight line. TH mom took me to mile 7.5 in the Washington Park Arboretum where I am the honorary basset of the Arboretum Foundation. There we served as pacers for N.mom as she came through our section. We then took her jacket and handed her a beverage.

I was scritched by many walkers and some runners.

Later, I moved towards the finish line and provided moral support at the end.

I bayed and howled when people started clapping and yelling for the participants.

It was fun.

I am getting ready for my racing season -- the furry 5K, the valentines run and the Whidbey Island Half Marathon.

ernest running with the devil

It is cold here, that means that my moms take pity on me and turn the heat up.

I could live with this.

I understand from my sister it has snowed already in the 509. I'm hoping that it snows while I'm there, but not before to stop my return to my roots. You know how GWB spends all his time in Crawford fixing fences and eating popcorn while watching old Mayberry episodes? I'll spend my time at Rancho Oxboro trying to deal with issues such as immigration, the farm bill, trade deficits and animal rights. I believe the tv will be off limits.

My mom posted some pictures of me that will appear on my non-partisan non-religious generic holiday greeting that she has offered to send to my blogging friends if you send me an email or peemail if you want, but she can't read it.

my email is ernestpuppy AT gmail Dot communist

I will be happy to personalize all cards and I will not send your addresses to my committee to elect me until after all your holiday bills have been shredded or hidden underneath the doormat.

Ernest who ho ho hos with the best of them

Thankful.

ernest wishing he could make the world wonderful for all

Today they announced that New Hampshire would be holding the first Presidential Primary on January 8, 2008.

I will still be in Goldendale as my moms will be returning from gallivanting around Italy.

Anyone want to serve as my logistical coordinator and front person for the East coast?

ernest now looking for a balaclava that does not clash with my coloring

I have been very busy working on my position papers on various subjects that are important to my consituents.

Phracey has been emailing me and asking me to take stances on Fisheries Enforcement, which is something that is out of the realm of the moms and today, illegal immigration.

That is, the immigration of unwanted cats into Rancho Oxboro.

I am thinking and talking to my advisors.

Its hard work getting ready to run for president, not only do you have to watch what the paparazzi catch you "doing", but you have to form an opinion on thing other than squeakies, cats (wanted and unwanted) and which autumn squash should you try this week.

ernest who hopes to sleep on it

I have managed to stay alive and relatively healthy this past week.

Today I was bathed in preparation for my Thanksgiving Eve speech and pardoning of all turkeys, turkduckens and tofurkeys that I may encounter. I also am forgiving all indiscretions caused by dogs that indulge a little too heavily in stuffing and sweet potatoes. I do smell good and if I pass muster I may get to jump onto grandmere's very light colored couch, when she's not looking.

I celebrated an early Thanksgiving with the moms. I was incarcerated during most of the meal but was allowed to greet my public and scored my own slab of hubbard squash so all is well.

ernest who is thankful each and every day he's allowed to blog

They say that cats have nine lives and dogs have only one. This week I used at least two of some cats and my moms are still reeling....

First, I sampled some mocha butter cream frosting from TH mom's bd cake. Cocoa, butter, caffeine and sugar! Delish in my opinion, could have brought the coffee up a notch and maybe left more on the beater and left the dishwasher open longer so that I could have finished off the beater.

Alas, I was found out and n.mom assured TH mom that I was going to be okay.

A few days ago, I was bored and chewed the stupid protective covering of the cord so that I may not hurt those around me. In my very now aggressive chewing, I managed to basically chew the cord in half as well. Yesterday, when reaching for my squeaky, which was now next to the cord that was basically a live wire, I shocked myself, shorted out the lamp, created a little burn in the wood floor (oops), tripped the breaker, singed my whiskers on my left side and freaked the living lights out of the moms.

Needless to say, I'm busted, but at the same time, they are hugging me all the time.

My mama Stephanie said that assasination before I'm president is not such a good idea.

I'm taking it up with my advisor, Mr. Pigeon be gone Owl.

Ernest bringing light to the masses and taking it away

Gulp. This is the first true Tuesday in November. One year from now you all will be voting for me to be president.

Must get out and get cracking on that campaign.

ernest

Not necessarily showing my good side today.

smooches,

ernest

No kissy face for a while.....

I woke up this morning with a cough, kennel cough. Strange as I have been vaccinated.

It appears that on Monday, after I was sprung from lockdown (which has very strict rules about
vaccinations), I was exposed to a puppy at work whose mom knew she had kennel cough and did
not share this information with the T mom.

Needless to say, none of the three of us is amused.

N.mom and TH mom were going to Kauai this weekend leaving me in lockdown for three days of board, spoil and motivational weight loss training for some lucky dog. Now they are staying home and I am supposed to be quarantined from other dogs for up to 10 days.

They are also worried that in my daily smoochings of my dog friends, including some of my more senior friends, I may have made them sick. I hope not.

Anyone know how to keep me amused for the next ten days?

ernest who is rasping like a two pack a day smoker

Word to my half brother, Oxboro Jedi Nightmare (the dark one next to my lovely sissie Phracey). He's the man. This weekend he passed his TDX test!

He is a stealth, sure and expert tracker.

Way to go Jedi!

ernest

Back and bad to the bone.

Smooches,

Ernest

Hi Everyone!

I managed to keep my ears down during the windstorm. It was great since it generated many sticks! I heart sticks.

I am currently incarcerated at the Academy (aka Lockdown) as the moms are going to Paris to pick up some petunias or pansies or chocolate. I lose track with them.

They promise me something good, but who knows.

Nothing can beat the cool toys that the SUMDs posted for me! and my grandmere brought me last week.

Oh, and if you are reading from the Southland, please take care. I know that us bassets are a low riding lot, but it is nasty scary right now. Grandmere and Grandpere are here and their house down in the LJ is still okay. Tell the guy on the gate you know me and they'll let you in. Just remember, don't pee to close to the pool.

Love,

Ernest

from the experts (nws.noaa.gov) at least the moms think so:

URGENT - WEATHER MESSAGE
NATIONAL WEATHER SERVICE SEATTLE WA
214 PM PDT THU OCT 18 2007

.AN INTENSIFYING LOW PRESSURE
SYSTEM OFF THE WASHINGTON COAST IS FORECAST TO MOVE EAST
 NORTHEAST REACHING THE NORTHERN OLYMPIC PENINSULA
LATE THIS AFTERNOON. THE LOW WILL CONTINUE TO TRACK
NORTHEAST INTO THE INTERIOR OF BRITISH COLUMBIA THIS
EVENING. THE STRONGEST WINDS ASSOCIATED WITH THIS
SYSTEM ARE ANTICIPATED ALONG THE COAST AND
TODAY. LESS INTENSE WINDS ARE EXPECTED ELSEWHERE
IN WESTERN WASHINGTON AT THIS TIME. WINDS WILL
DECREASE THIS EVENING ACROSS THE AREA AS THIS
SYSTEM EXITS THE REGION.

Translated to:

My ears are flapping in the wind. I am concerned. Send help. Now!

Ernest

What have I been up to the past week? Really not much.

I am tired of fall already. Hello Winter! Bring on the snow, bring on the heater, bring on visiting my sister. These two moms are boring.

Work, walk me, bend to my will when they can fit it into their schedules, go out of town, walk me, occasionally throw me a bone or three.

TH mom is in Hawaii this week. She says its for work. I am not sure I believe her. I think she took some board shorts and was last screaming kawabunga on her way to the airport.

At least N.mom is still here.

Smooches,

Ernest

Today was the best basset type day, if you can't be with your dog family chasing sheep and jumping over Nobel Spot!

It was a holiday for Sophie and for my TH mom, but she worked anyways. I hope that Sophies mom didn't work and was thankful.

I went for a long walk at lunchtime, I played run around, worked on my comebacks, roached in the sun, ate a bisquit by the lake and then took a long nap.

It was the best day I had in a long while. If my n.mom had been using her noodle, she would have taken the camera out of her bag and taken some good campaign shots of me.

I am now considering my evening nap locations. As usual my butt will be hanging off the couch, please do not goose me.

Ernest

I am currently running around like a crazed dog (see previous entry) because I am wet.

I have been very busy this week, mostly by driving everyone around me crazy by being myself.

N.mom is not being cooperative with me today. She went out and walked/ran a half marathon today and now is not in the mood to be active. I don't know why, its not like I am dragging her on any 13.1 mile walks. I try to only take her .5 miles at time, just 6 times a day.

On the other fronts, the campaign strategising is going well. N.mom is trying to convince me it would be poor form to put a donation envelope in my Holiday card. I guess she might be right.

Off to see what meager rations are to be had for dinner. Unlike Wally and Ethel, it is kibble, a bit of sweet potato and maybe cheese for me.

later taters,

ernest

My mom needs a faster camera, the blur on your left is me, the fur on the right is cousin Scruffy.

He came to visit today!

I was so excited to see another dog. The moms are okay, but dogs are better. We ran around and I jumped on top of him and over him.

We ended with some face biting, but I am afraid if you see the pictures, you may not vote for me in the 2008 presidential elections.

Smooches,

ernest

Please, leave me alone until the rain stops.

Bassets are prone to melting.

Yours,

ernest the wet

I am home. In my honor they have turned on the heat. I am touched.

ernest who wishes he was with phracey right now

They are coming to get me today!

Bathed, sister bayed at, Nobel spot lectured to, sheep smooched, Lola bowed to and into the crate I go.

Pick up at 1100 at Miners in Yakima. I hope they buy me my own burger.

smooches,

ernest

some thingies of note:

You can now have a goat as pet in Seattle. I am excited. I am hoping that my Christmas stocking has a goat in it. I love all ruminants.

I know that n.mom had noticed this fine wine label before, but apparently a winery in Oregon has a wolfhound as a spokesdog. Is that cool or what. N.mom remembers that a olive oil/dipping sauce maker in Berkeley has a basset spokesmodel, but its not as distinguished. At least I'm not seem in a toilet drinking avoidance advert.

Interesting article on dogs and wineries here.

N.mom misses me tons. She keeps on looking for me now that she's back in the United States. She purportedly sent me many postcards, but who really knows.

T.mom said a squeaky package has arrived from Kerrio and the gang. I am so excited. Why n.mom couldn't take those things with her to Greece is beyond me.

smooches,

ernest, still a puppy, still wishing he was a ram

The good news is that I am living next to my sister…with the Nobel Spot.

S.mom and Papa Joe bought a new ram while they were at the Flock and Fiber show. The ram won reserve grand champion at the Navajo-Churro national show after they had bought them. S,mom says that proves she knows what she is looking at. Papa Joe thinks that S.mom lucked out. It is totally unfair because Raven, the new ram has a girl friend and I do not get to with my sister. I did tell everybody that it was not fair.

Today on my walk I smelled a skunk! I looked for the skunk but it was not anywhere to be found! I did see the hawk flying low. It was scary.

Love,

Ernest who thinks that now he wants to be a ram so he can have girls

The latest from Ernest -

Phrace has come into season. I need to know if it would be possible that she and I, despite having the same parents are really not related! I think that when the chromosomes split we got a totally different set. Is that possible? I sent an e-mail to N.mom and told her that I thought that I might be an alien Basset (after all my birth was not witnessed, so it is possible that I was left by an UFO. I really would like to spend time with Phrace.

and this:

Check this out:

http://www.flickr.com/photos/kerrio/1407482527/

I am worried, very worried

Busy times for young bassets...

For those keeping track, I am in Goldendale, WA. I am spending time working on my campaign, chasing sheep, getting buff and not eating. I understand the camera packs on the pounds, and frankly, that is not good for my campaign.

My grandmere was upset to hear I was not eating and told N.mom to call Mama Stephanie and make sure I had lots of frosty paws. Hear that Mama S? I need frosty paws! Please!

Thanks!

My n.mom is leaving tomorrow this is her silly trip for those of you amazed by her ability to pick and up leave me at the drop of a hat. She already was in California this week, nuf said.

The best part is that she's going to see Kerrio and all the dogs! She was told specifically to wear kevlar and slobberproof clothes, but since Kerrio also promised her a working washing machine she's not worried.

I wish she could take me.

I wonder if there is some dog hair on one of her shirts?

Hmm.

TH mom promises to update my blog when she hears something good from Mama Stephanie.

I'll leave you with this one thought?

Why is it always the basset who is pictured in the pet supply catalogs eating stools, drinking out of the toilet and having other unfortunate issues?

That will change with my presidency.

over and out,

Ernest

Ernest the tiniest, aged five months.

N.mom here, just an update to tell you all....

I miss Ernest!

Really.

If I could get five minutes with you to smooch you and snuggle you and even walk you fifteen times in two hours I would.

Okay, I'm really okay.

n.mom

Faster than a scud, ernest, phrace and spot.

From Ernest - Notes from the field as transcribed by his Mama Stephanie - proof positive why he should be president.

Mama!

I was the good dog yesterday! Butter, Lola, Phrace, Uthant, Evita and I all started on our walk yesterday morning. Butter and Evita dropped out early. When we got into the woods we had a great smell. There was a deer in the back. We rallied to determine a plan of action. Just the sight of all that canine brain power persuaded the deer that its life would be better elsewhere and it left. So we continued the walk. We flushed a red tail hawk and I was not afraid.

After a bit Butter rejoined us. Phrace found some body living in the tree! Right inside the middle of the tree. It was making all sorts of terroristic threats. I rapidly appointed Uthant head of the Army and Phrace Secretary of Defense! Then I rushed the old folks (Stephanie, Joe and Butter0 home while travelling with Lola the Secretary of State. We then had had a conference and decided to do a total troop withdrawal. Total time of the war was less than 20 minutes. Pretty darn good! No casualties and the financial cost was somewhat below a billion dollars. We are still looking for oil however!

President Ernest

I am behaving much better according to electronic transmissions sent to my moms from my Mama Stephanie.

I am also teaching my half brother to do studly things, but alas, he is still too little to lift his leg.

All I can say is that three mile walks in the am are the bomb and that at Rancho Oxboro we don't need no stinkin leashes.

Oh, Fred Thompson, you can kiss my grits.

ernest-o!

I am having some issues expressing myself in a gentlemanly manner. No, not that.I am being a perfect gentleman, I just can't seem to find my indoor voice even outside.

Mama Stephanie is not amused.

They are working on techniques to get me to stop being so loud.

I'm just excited to be with my sister!

Oh, the sheep was found. Long live sheep!

smooches in a tiny voice...

ernest

Noble Spot, photo courtesy Joe Gonyeau.

Someone is going to have to tell my half brother that cats are not to be trusted.

That someone is not going to be me.

ernest

I have been tagged by my buddy Finnegan.

My TH mom came up with the answers. She can think fast on her feets.

Here are the rules:Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions.They must be real places, names, things … nothing made up! You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question. If your name happens to start with the same letter as mine, sorry, but you can’t use my answers!

My name: Ernest the puppy

1. Famous Singer: Elvis
2. Four letter word: Eeck
3. Street: Easy Street
4. Colour: eggplant
5. Gifts/Presents: elevator shoes
6. Vehicle: Escape
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop: elephant, stuffed, toy
8. Boy Name: Edward
9. Girl Name: Evita
10. Movie Title: East of Eden
11. Drink: Evian
12. Occupation: Enumerator
13. Celebrity: El Vez
14. Magazine: Esquire
15. U.S. City: Evanston, Ill.
16. Pro Sport: eating pies
17. Fruit: elderberries
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: escaped buffalo on the road
19. Something You Throw Away: e-vites
20. Things You Shout: eeeegads
21. Cartoon Character: Elly Patterson (For Better or For Worse)

I'm tagging the General, Casper, and Mac.

Smooches from the 509!

Ernest

I am in love.

Ernest