Do I look like a crow killer?

For the record, I love birds.

Went to work today, was harrassed by crows, closed the wagon hatch so my biscuits would be safe.

Came home, went for another walk, mom then abandoned me and Aunt Carol came and visited me.

My mom came home smelling like bbq and nothing was saved for me.

I punished her by ringing my bell.

My mom said that the end of her reign of terror is near. TH mom made it through line 8, the 72 hour upgrade window for mvpgolds on Alaska and that means that late Saturday night I will get to crawl into her lap and fall asleep!

Yea!

Other than that, its time for my fifth walk of the day.

nmom promises me tomorrow is the dog park.

ernest sniffing for nitrates basset

You know how some Tuesdays feel like Mondays.

This one did for one small basset hound named Ernest.

First, he was awoken from a deep sleep to go on a walk.

He ate breakfast and then curled back to sleep.

Then he was rudely interrupted to get up and get ready for work.

Work?

Yup, work.

It was cloudy, nmom had a shady spot for him and there was a cheese stick as a bribe.

Off to work he went.

A few hours later, it was time for a walk.

The crows are nesting. They get very territorial and the believe that tiny black dogs and their tiny dark haired moms are going to attack their babies.

So, the dog and the nmom are constantly being attacked by the crows.

Baby crows, meh.

On his walk, before which he had a big drink of water, Ernest flat basseted six times. Six times, that means that his nmom had to right him six times. That is bad for her back and his.

He was also ignored by the Aussie shepherd, Bingo, who loves her Frisbee more than Ernest. Good thing that two kind souls came by to smooch him and tell him he was handsome.

When the returned to the bassetmobile, the crows had stolen Ernest's two postprandial biscuits and the rest of his low fat organic cheese stick.

Those menacing crows.

On the way home from work, Ernest went to see his Uncle Mike and got a pawdicure.

Things could only get better right? As much as he likes Uncle Mike, he does not like pawdicures.

He saw Armand, played on his lawn, barked at him. Went for two walks, where he flat basseted when he didn't get his way and was complimented on his looks, demeanor and his stunning personality.

He blushed, again.

Now, after checking the position of his th mom and wondering why it is not possible to create a overlay layer of station abundances on top of the grid so that interested scientists might be able to figure out what the heck is going on, he is chewing on a bone in his kennel.

His best Steve left him a biscuit. His grand mere inquired as to his health and when he would be back for a visit and his pre-bed ritual awaits his bone retirement.

Over and out,

nmom secretary and record keeper of the diary of Ernest the puppy, aged two years, two months and a few weeks

Today I went to my gp&gms house for dinner. Mom gave me a treat, a bird from Cleo. I am in love. I honked all during hors d'oeuvres and then came by to see what was left when they sat down for dinner.

I was pretty good. No indoor boxes were marked by me.

Nmom was home most of the day, doing stuff without bassets, but I did see Minty, Finnegan, Rowena (a person) who met me and I got to jump on and then pulled my stake out of the ground when a golden retriever came by.

Oops.

Instead of bbq, I had a bone. I am still looking for it, it seems to have disappeared.



I'm sure I'll find it tomorrow. Right?

TH mom! Have you seen any dall's porpoises? porpii?

I can't wait until you are home. I need a break from n.mom.

ernest the puppy friend to all

Rain, followed by sun, followed by roaching, followed by passive agressive basset behavior. All followed by frosty paw rejection and gimpy paw.

My nmom went to grand meres and grand peres for dinner and did not take me. They were mad. They wanted to see their Ernest puppy grandson.

I wanted my own turkey burger, hold the pickles.

Tomorrow night the whole J clan is coming over. I hope for some serious head scritching time.

T mom have you located the fish sticks yet?

ernest the puppy

Today it was hot. Not so hot as last weekend, but since nmom abandoned me to go walk 10 miles with the hotties, I felt obliged to be a pain in the arse.

Well, not really, but on our pre-dinner/post nap walk I had to roach and flat basset seven times. She is threatening me with stimudenting during this period so that my teeth get cleaned.

I know Wally's ma ape spends a bunch of her weekends volunteering at the Delaware ASPCA, but my nm mom spends her weekends walking miles and miles and miles without me!

Leaving me at home, all alone, to guard the house.

Poor me.

If you loved me, would you see to donate to her cause and get her less obsessed on making her goal and more obsessed about the final few primaries.

Her page, no mention of me, dogs are not allowed on this event. Whatever.

ernest who is currently wondering if th mom can send him some cooler weather

To whom it may concern:

We're out of ice cream.

love,

e.dd

Raining here, boring.

Hard to chew on a bone in the grass when its taller than Lorenza and its wet.

Guess I'll settle for a frosty paws.



TH mom we miss you. Nmom came home early to mow, but decided that her time was better spent being my cushion.

You have a better lap.

ernest the dry

Poor TH mom:

from www.nws.noaa.gov

...STORM WARNING TONIGHT...
.TODAY...SE WIND 25 KT INCREASING TO E WIND 35 KT IN THE AFTERNOON.
SEAS 10 FT.
.TONIGHT...E WIND 50 KT DIMINISHING TO SE 30 KT AFTER MIDNIGHT. SEAS
BUILDING TO 17 FT. RAIN.
.FRI...S WIND 40 KT. SEAS 18 FT. RAIN.
.FRI NIGHT...S WIND 35 KT. SEAS 17 FT.


17 feet, that is 17 bassets, 5 labradors or 3.5 wolfhounds stacked on top of one another!

yoikes.

Today was rainy.

I went to work with nm mom.

It was quite boring. I did go for a nice walk at lunch.

I had five walks!

Someone asked if I was going to sire a litter.

I blushed.

TH mom is so busy she has not even called us.

We're going to bed.

ernest squeaking like no one's business basset

Hi it is me again.

If you are very excited to see two posts from me, ernest puppy in less than 24 hours, stay tuned.

For the next twelve days its going to be Ernest day by day to keep TH mom up to date with my goings on.

Once again, she's been keelhauled into pollock larvae infested waters to survey their distribution in relationship to other species to determine just how many pollock larvae will be infesting your
fish sticks in about three to four years.



How much fun can that be?

TH MOM - I MISSSSSSSSS YYYYYYYYYYOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

The five a day walks, the flat basseting, the chasing after butterflies, the jumping on top of you when you are reading the paper.

N.mom does not have the correct sized lap. K?

ernest basset var. pacificus

Meet Bob, he's a corgeagle (corgi/beagle mix). Is he not handsome? NMom met him while doing a Komen 3 day training walk. She is not allowed to take me on said walks but she cavorts with others. WTF?

On Sunday, my Mama Stephanie came to visit me! I had so much fun jumping on her and catching up with my sissie via her tennis shoes.

The moms were happy to see her and I was so tempted to jump into the passenger's seat and drive to the 509 just to spend time with Phracey.

Oh well. I'll have to wait until August 1. I wonder how many days that is?

ernest basset at your service

Happy Monday.

I have had a week. Lockdown with Skyler, a golden retriever and a joyful
return to my homelands in the 206.

This is my report card:

Click here to see the original, which is much nicer.

I came home and took a nap.



I slept so hard, I snored, which may be due to my smooshed face.



Today I was quite jaunty and hungry. Looks like the week is going to shape up pretty well for a basset, until of course it gets warm. 85 degrees in May? Yikes!

ernest basset made for the shade

Back in the hoosegow again.

Moms are some "faux meeting", one where they pay their own way and walk around describing the gender disparity of space and the ennui of everyday life.

I wonder if Wally's ma ape goes to these meetings as well?

If so, can I put this sign back up?



I put it up at AAG and we never saw here there.

ernest jailbird basset

Two years and one day ago, my moms came to see me for the first time. T mom says she was skeptical about me. She didn't think I was very handsome and thought my sissie, the beautiful Phracey was much cuter and basset like.

I finally admitted to her that I did not think she was so hot either.

She was tall and she insisted on picking me up. N.mom spent most of her time amazed at my tininess and pointing a camera in my face.

I was not too keen on that.

Anyways, it all worked out. She grew to love me for my dark and handsome looks. I captured her heart when the moms to be started off to the car and saw Phracey and I walk away. She thought then I looked more like a basset and less like, I have no idea -- a beagle? A wolfhound? a German shepherd?

ernest free basset for the next 36 hours

Because my mom is a doofus (sorry Joe and Tanner) she posted on her own self serving
bloggo.

To save you the click, here is the story.


Currently in one day lockdown, my lawyers think they'll be able to post bail tomorrow.

ernest jail bird basset

update: I should be out in about three hours.

It was sunny and nmom needed to leave her manuscript alone.

She did not find the roaching as much fun as I did.

She needs a life.

ernest roach basset

Checking things out. Nmom is busy and cranky. TH mom is not.

This post is for my Aunt Carol who misses me.

Hi Aunt Carol!

Look at my big foot!

I am still in the race and a bit hoarse from all that campaigning. My liver is a bit hoarse from all those shots that I had to do to keep up with HRC in PA.

Here's hoping they drink less in Indy.

ernest one day at a time puppy

Once again, the post about my lack of hair is going to be postponed because
someone believes that I, Ernest puppy have a problem with keeping four
on the floor.

Isn't that what all four paws is about?

Using them?

So, the last day they have not been letting me jump or put my paws up on them.

I hate them.

Now, mom logs on and finds this irritating dude who thinks he knows everything because he's on tv.

He knows nothing about why I jump.

He is so not in my cabinet.

ernest four on the floor at all times not basset

Moms were going to discuss my lack of hair on my chest this week, but I decided you
don't really need to know about that right now.

Yesterday the sun shone and bassets went for walks at lunch. They encountered labradors
chasing things and then went off for the chase as well.



I was a tired basset afterwards and flat basseted 7888 times on the way back to the car.

Life is hard.



ernest currently putabing with the best of them

Word to my TH's colleague Terry and his guide dog, Dutton who is getting a Ph D.

Is he not a noble dog?

I didn't get to meet him, but his fur lives on in one of our basset mobiles.

N.mom said he was a sweet gentle boy and I was a bit jealous until I realized that Dutton
not only has to help Terry all day, but at night he has to do homework.

Good thing I came into TH mom's life when she was just pulling out her hair writing
and editing.

ernest puppy ABE (all but elected)

Hola.

Remember me?

I'm running for something.

I'm beside myself this week. Last week, something my grandmere made for dinner did not work well with my tiny tender stomach, so the moms expended much energy to create delicious home cooked meals for me. I loved them.

Then they ruined it by buying kibble that is for dental health.

It was awful.

So, I refused to eat it and pretended I was sick again.

You get the picture?

Now, they are on to me and have bought me new food for canines who desire variety in their lives. Its sort of working, but I'm still holding out for orzo, cottage cheese, steamed butternut squash and organic chicken breast.

Now they are on my case to get my teeth brushed on a daily basis. I am getting more patient, but they are threatening me with another cleaning. I may be a handsome lad, but my breath leaves something to be desired.

When I had my teeth cleaned the last time, my xrays were sent to a doggie dentist who pointed out that my dental care could be better attended to with a electric toothbrush.

Uh, no. Thanks, I'm already tortured by the dremel twice a month, why add to my misery?

Instead I put up with n.mom putting her hand in my mouth and brushing my teeth with delicious poultry flavored goo and TH mom trying hard not to wretch while she holds me down.

Its tons of fun and fun for the whole family.

ernest trying to get the endorsement of four out of five dentists

Blushing down to my toes.

Seriously.

ernest who has a tender stomach today

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