I am tired and it is hot again.

Why? Partially because of my new duties as construction supervisor in my neighborhood. Everywhere you look there are sidewalk closed signs, pylons, things to pee on and dumpsters that my mom wishes she could throw my poop in. The construction means lots of traffic and now my biggest fan, Emma isn't outside very much any more. What a bummer.

On the bright side, I am being wooed (shh, don't tell Phracey), by a Havanese named Clover and a dachshund named Caper. Its so confusing .. they both have names that sounds like plants and that start with Cs. Now I know what it feels like to be the big man on the block. Suffice it to say, I like to give smooches and will tolerate some ear biting for the sake of not hurting either one's feelings.

I am still looking for a coed to make me a sign.

ernest basset at your service

Good things come to those who wait.

I sent this picture to my sissy and told her I was awaiting further instructions. You see, after every walk, I wish to stop on the porch and take a rest and really, await further instruction.

This is what she sent me back:

Ernest,

Go down the porch steps and turn right.

Go to the first stop sign and turn right again.

Go past the Volvo dealer to the first stop light and turn left.

Follow the road until U get by the stadium,.

Ask a Coed to make a sign for you that says GOLDENDALE or BUST

Continue across the bridge. Follow the signs to 405.

Go south even though Mama S always wants to go to Everett.

Follow the signs to I -90.

Hopefully you will be able to score a ride.

I will see you in about three weeks.

Phrace

I think she is missing critical steps -- like the cut off for 97 and what not.

Anyways, its a start.

ernest basset

I had a blast with my dog sitter! I managed to scam 1999 walks a day and lots of treats. He was trying to understand my psyche so he spent alot of time examining me.

I basically ignored the moms when they returned home from Montana where Hannah is not a resident.

I am tired still. I am trying to talk nmom into the dog park tomorrow. We'll see if I can use my charming ways to bend her will.

My moms are abandoning me for Montana!

Fear not, I have a dog sitter and I'm going to tell him that I need six walks a day and three meals.

Hah.

The six walks will balance out the three meals and they will be none the wiser.

Ernest smarter than you, really.

It continues to be hot.



However, I still managed four walks -- two were sort of defective. The other two were awesome! I roached and walked and got scritched by everyone.

I even managed to scam some serious papaya smoothie from nmom.

I hope it cools off for tmom.

ernest basset beset by black fur

It is hot. Too hot. I showed you a picture of me thermoregulating, but you weren't all that impressed as no one exclaimed at my modesty, sense of balance and propriety in light of the impropriety of such a pose.

Believe me, for a black basset hound who is from a temperate clime, this sucks. I think I now know why there are fewer Bedouin bassets than Mitteleuropean ones.

Today my best Dianne, the dog walker came to walk me and while nmom was off smelling a baby and feeding it, my best Aunt Peggy came by to walk me. I am working on a plan to keep Aunt Peggy here. It involves hiding her suitcase and her sunglasses. I wonder if it will work....

My best mailman, Steve, left me a biscuit, like any regular day, but it dropped down to the ground before anyone noticed it was not destined for my stomach. I scared nmom right now by going outside in the dark, jumping into a very nice specimen hellebore and finding and munching down on the aforementioned biscuit.


See, if I follow my keen schnoz, I will find the foodables.

Speaking of which, if you feed me sunflower seeds, I will not digest them and there will be sunflowers all over the place. It is the way of nature.

I haven't heard from tmom today. I am afraid that her weather sucks and she's in hiding somewhere. If she is, I hope she has hunkered down with some crackers and a good book.

Yup, her weather sucks, but not as bad as it could be.

SMALL CRAFT ADVISORY WEDNESDAY NIGHT...

.TONIGHT...E WIND 15 KT. SEAS 3 FT. RAIN.
.WED...E WIND 15 KT. SEAS 3 FT.
.WED NIGHT...E WIND 20 KT INCREASING TO 30 KT AFTER MIDNIGHT. SEAS

keep cool tmom, we're not able to.
6 FT. RAIN.
.THU...E WIND 25 KT. SEAS 5 FT.
.THU NIGHT THROUGH FRI...SE WIND 15 KT. SEAS 3 FT.
.SAT THROUGH SUN...VARIABLE WIND 10 KT. SEAS 3 FT.

I am beset with things interrupting my daily flow -- people staying home, birdseed in my food, plants in my water bowl.

When will the madness stop?



Nmom was sick today and stayed home. She even let me stay on the couch with her. I was a good boy and didn't force her to go out. My this week dog walker and Auntie Peggy came by and walked me. I was pretty good for them too. It may be due to the excessive heat. Maybe its better to be an indoor basset this week.

I wonder how my Phracey is doing?

Nmom leaves nightly to go see my Cousin baby boy. Unlike visiting with other cousins, her pant legs don't smell weird, its her torso. Sort of like talcum powder and spit up. I have yet to meet him. I think nmom may make get a bath first.

Tmom is experiencing some bad weather so send her a yo and ho and hopefully it will calm down soonerest.

Ernest basset climate change is now

I am sharing a room with two lovely ladies today at the hoosegow. Its such a good thing that I'm a gentle basset.


My mom accidentally poured sunflower seeds into my food == she spend some quality time picking out seeds from my kibble. She then decided to use the principles she learned as a budding young biochemist when isolating proteins and shake/filter the smaller particles to the bottom of the column/container.

The matron at lockdown still did not think this was acceptable. So, I'm eat their nutritionables until mom can go buy me some new kibbleables.

I hope she remembers to buy biscuits. We're OUT.

Tmom claims that they have not found in fish. Have you found any SHARKS?

back to basics ernest the puppy

Today it was hot.

I am doing a good job of thermoregulating and remaining moderately modest. N'est ce pas?

I am currently incarcerated at the Academy. I think mom is concerned that I may have not been happy to be put in the hoosegow as I LIFTED MY LEG ON MY BED ON THE WAY INTO THE SLAMMER.

I guess if you pee on your bed, you are stuck sleeping on it.

Ooops.

Other than that, I should be back on Sunday. Nmom is using the time away from me to walk 10 miles a day, fly to New York and back and remain lonely without me.

Tmom -- I have been good! I am always good. We are out of squashables. Please send some.

ernest puppy don't fence me in

I have been very busy today trying to keep the home fires burning. I worked on keeping the couch from floating away, kept the staff busy checking the grounds and used my big schnoz to make sure that squirrels and cats were not infiltrating the garden.

Tomorrow I am going towards the wayward bear --nmom has some strange ideas of how to spend Saturday. In this case, she's spending most of it on a plane to nowhere. At least she gets to watch Paul Blort, Mall Cop.




Yeah, I've been busy.

T mom reports no fish sightings yet. I hope she finds some to eat with her crackers and cheese.

edd - better than american idol and no reruns

My most favorite thing in the world is to sleep next to a human person. By waking up my apes early enough they will curl up with me to keep quiet and in bed. It works nearly all the time.

I was a good boy today! Aunt Peggy and Uncle Peter came to visit me. Nmom even played a bit of chase the squeaky with me. I think she wants to buy a bigger house or roll up the carpets to make it less treacherous.

Gmere even made me a bit of chicken for my breakfast.

Tomorrow and Friday are going to be warm. I see lots of roaching opportunities in my future.

Tmom -- have you found any whales or sharks yet?

ernest snoring please do not disturb and turn that stupid movie off

This is science.


These are fish.
This is art.


This is Ernest.

Aunt Peggy came and took me for a walk today. She's the best. In fact, she was such a good Ernest walker that I barely acknowledged Nmom's presence when she came home. I think we'll keep her.

Nmom is keeping me up with a movie and this blog. I am not amused.

Stay cool and smooth.

over and out ernest puppy

Oh hi!

Things have been picking up here. My TH mom is pretending to be Jacques Cousteau for the next few weeks, so I figured she might want to be kept up to date with my goings and sometimes comings.

I am now a cousin! I bought the baby this book.

I hope he wants his mommy and daddy to read it to him a million billion times. He's too little to eat cheerios, but when the time comes, I am so ready to help him.

TH mom, I miss you. N mom has a sucky lap and bed side manner, but she's pretty patient about being woken up at 515 for my morning walk.

ernest basset esq

Let's see since we last blogged the moms have been in either together or apart in the following locales -- Washington DEE CEE (Hi Ethel!), Milan (ciao baby), Brussels (sprouts, bleh) and Charleston, SC (hee haw).

So, basically, I have been left to my own devices.

Out of guilt I have received pasta from Italy, waffles from Belgium and water bottles from all sorts of places. Nmom promises me that she will remain with me for the next few weeks while Tmom pretends to be Jacques Cousteau.

Man, I hope she brings me back a squeaky halibut.

Mama S and Papa J are coming to town this weekend. I hope they bring Phracey.

ernest sleeping/do not disturb

Hi!

I have been super busy this past week and none of it has to do with American Idol or the market. It has to do with Bo, the new dog on the block and reduction of carbon pawprints.

Bo, I wish you well. I understand your father reads a few letters a day and then responds as personally as possible. My nmom is writing one at this moment explaining my attempts at running for public office and what I planned to accomplish. She's not going to sound too cheeky as there is always 2012.

Remember, not all tropical plants are tasty.

I am trying to reduce my carbon pawprint. This is hard, especially if your lockdown options and your sissy are far away. I am asking the moms to buy me some carbon offsets.

Well, enjoy earth week. I'm in lockdown for the next few days.

Pass the harmonica.

free to be, you and me

ernest basset

This past week I spent most of my time wondering why my food rations have been cut down and why they have yet to get me my own chicken. Hey, Nmom I am on to you.

I understand they are a lot of work. I also understand that Mama S wants chickens too. I asked if I could bring my chicken with me when I came to visit. I have not heard the final word.

Nmom is reading a book about a guy who lives off the grid in New Mexico with an ipod and a cell phone. He procures to goats for milk and cheese. Nmom is thinking that goats may be the way to go, but believes they may be outlawed within the grid.

Other than that, I have been busy fighting the good fight and trying really hard to get more biscuits during the day. Sophie and her mom sent us a really nice package of runny raspberry jams from Quebec and some delicious boar biscuits with pear glaze. Ooh lala. Thanks Sophie. My Tmom says she'll return the favor again when she goes to Montreal this fall.

I am also doing a lot of napping and then running around with my squeaky at all hours. My latest squeaky is a lovely green pepper named "Pierre" that the mom's bought me in Paris a few weeks ago.

I hope they find me some bonios in Milan.

ernest the good and squeaky

I have been a super duper good boy! It was warm this weekend and I made sure that all walks involved at least one roaching event.

I have even been working on my stop, drop and roach drill. Not all roaching requires a nice soft lawn or meadow. I am hardening myself for being a more urban or desert dog by learning to roach on the sidewalk.

The moms say that I remind them off their dearly departed Roya kitty who rolled all summer long. She was mostly white, but spent most of the summer sort of gray. I still think all cats are weird.

I am also curious what living with a chicken would be like. Could I handle their loudness? Would they steal my kibbleables? Could they be chased for exercise? Could we get a cow instead or a goat for cheese and ice cream? Why do we not have an artisan baker on staff?

Could we please get one?

Do any of you have your own chicken?

ernest sunnyside up

Hi!

The weather has not been very lovely the past few days. I have looked disgusted every time I have been forced off the porch to do my civic duties. I have been hiding underneath my comforters or on TH mom's lap.

Nmom went to Paris again for the day and all I got this time was a walnut roll from the Marche Biologique. Lovely as it was, it seemed a bit defective. Could she have not picked me up a roasted chicken? A Poulet de Bresse? A small hunk of lamb?

Sacre Bleu!

Now, I am driving THmom crazy by jumping into her face while she tries to chill with the paper. Doesn't she realize that the physical paper is so 21st century.

Well, the bell has been rung. Nmom must take me out for the 89th time tonight.

ezp sonnez la sonnette svp

Locked down again. Why? Because the moms are in Vegas baby for a meeting or something they say.

This meeting was to feature a sighting of the famous Ma Ape. They were all at the same meeting last year and though they put up a note for her (see above). She might have been on a panel doing something important or she could have also been in a bar, who knows.

Anyways, budget crises and whatnots have kept her at home with Wally, OscarBean and the lovely Ethel.

And, as you well know, when there is a meeting, I go to LOCKDOWN.

As usual, I ignored THmom when she dropped me off.

I will ignore Nmom when she picks me up. I will then mope for hours on my return.

Next year Wally, there will be an ape-fest closer to you -- in DEE CEE.

ernest puppy platinum status prisoner/ number 13375 or something like that

Portrait of a basset as a young man.

xo,

ernesto

I am back from the 509. I am nearly three years and one week old. Tmom and Nmom used
my return to spend a night away from home in the 503. Mama S brought me to them and reported that while I was at Rancho Oxboro I performed miracles! Many lambs were born while I was there and some were unexpected.

Right now I am catching up on my squeaking, sleeping, urban smells and smooching everyone. I have not forgotten how to use my poochie bells and may be promoted to the conductor of the poochie bell symphony. That cruddy picture that my nmom took is just a few of the love offerings from Steve the mailman, he left them for me daily. Is he not the best?

ernest percussion is my life basset

Now we are three.

ernest puppy

Can you believe that I will be three years old on Friday?

I get to spend my birthday with my sissy! I spent my last birthday with her too.

Time flies when you are chasing sheep.

ernest puppy still

I'm in the 509. I have been since Saturday. My secretary is very bad at updating you on my life.

Well, I am fine! I am running around and I am helping in the lambing!

I am never coming home.

My moms are off flitting around again. I better get a post card and a squeaky Eiffel Tower out of it.

ernest le chien le plus meilleur

Today is my 366th post. If my mom was a decent sort, I would be at 900 posts, but well, you know, she's BUSY.

This weekend she cavorted with Jack.



I think she would have taken him home if she could.

They both cavorted with bbq and didn't bring home anything I could eat. They are still the meanerest.

I know I owe a bunch of you blog replies, but currently my reader is busy and promises me that tomorrow night will be about my catching up with all of you.

xo,

ernest the tired

Life is hard.

I didn't let the door hit TH mom as she left lockdown.

I hope she forgot to tell them about my decreased kibbleables.

edd

Things have not improved in the dining department.

Apparently tomorrow's instructions to the dining matron at the hoosegow is to limit my food intake to 3 cups of kibbleables a day.

Again, WTF?

Nmom better start taking me to the dog park starting next week, she needs the exercise.

So, tomorrow I'm off to the hoosegow (stated above), email me if you want to be put on the visitor's list. I believe visiting hours are Saturday between 2-4 pm. If you can, please bring me the NYT's crossword puzzle and a kongie filled with almond butter.

I will be sprung on Monday, they better bring me back some BBQ from Kansas.

fondly,

ernest "do you have any cheese" basset

I am back from lock down. I will be back at the slammer in a few days, things will change when dogs are allowed to travel in the cabin and my upgrade clears before yours.

Anyhow....

I had a great time in the hoosegow according to the intelligence nmom received while flomphing on a beach in Hawaii. I roomed with a Portugese Water Dog named Lily and we had a blast.

On my return the moms and grand pere noticed that I am a bit bigger than before..so they are trying to up my vegetables and cutting down my kibbleables.



WTF?

Then they show me this picture of me as a tiny puppy eating a squash!



My tastes have matured since then.

ernest basset out on good behavior

Shadow the VET tech did not pan out so I am at the hoosegow again.

I wonder if they can use me there as model prisoner, no doubt as I spend YEARS of my short life there.

Next week I will be 35 months old. I will be able to run for president for sure.

Today my THmom worked from home. She was not paying attention to ME instead she paid attention to the teleconference she was having. I made sure there was a percussion section. I played the Poochie Bells. I have first seat in the Poochie Bell Orchestra. Either that or I am going be really good at tetherball when they install the pole and put the ball down to my level.

They promise me a reprieve for a bit next week and then something about going to a wedding. I am not invited and that makes me mad. My Uncle is getting married and I am so excited because I am in love with my new Aunt! She appreciates me for my athletic prowess and ability to go on 4567 walks a day. I hope I make a good cousin too! I will pick up all cheerios so no one has to bend over.

More from the inside

Ernest
inmate number 35077

Things have been pretty boring around here.

This is what we did on Friday night.


This is what I did after my Aunt Beth and Uncle Mark came over for dinner and basset smooching session.


This is what I did during my afternoon game of squeaky keep away from the apes. Please note my buns of steel.



I am in the process of being abandoned AGAIN and perhaps getting to be a helper dog at the VET! Is that cool or what?

Ernest Welby, DEM

Hail to the Chief.

Good to luck to Obama and Biden, they have my number in case things get sticky.

I am back from lockdown and it has been fun to be home and taking the moms on their walks. I think after all those mai tais and mojitos they need to get a bit of exercise.

Unfortunately, this is what we encountered today:



A cat.

At least it was not really hiding like the one up the street that likes to impersonate a box hedge.

Oh yeah, also I was attacked by another dog today. Mostly I was slobbered on, but because of it I have been getting lots of attention and squashables.

T mom saved me from Cooper, the dog who wanted to play and then turned on me. I'm glad she was there.

Well, its time to turn in. I have a very busy day tomorrow of bell ringing and visiting my grandmere and pere.

ernest puppy no cats allowed

Report from inside.

I am eating.

I do not have a room mate.

I need one.

ernest dd

As usual, I am being abandoned.

At least my mom plans on seeing this cool doode and his brother the Doofus.

She can't wait.

edd, born in the high desert and happy to be in a temperate climate

My year in review.

walks taken 1400 plus
bells rung 677777
wills bent 3
dog walkers fired 0
times fired by dog walkers 1
dog park visits 30
times i had leave the dog park doing the perp walk 26
couches jumped on 5
couches covered in anticipation on my arrival 3
times my grandmere gave me a squeaky 8
times my grandpere petted my ears 345
presidential campaigns run 1
presidential campaigns won 0
amount of time I spent in the 509 - a lot
number of email exchanges with Phracey -100
number of squashables sacrificed in the name of ernest 988
number of sweet potatoables for the same 878
number of times I pretended to be unwell to get chicken/rice and broth 5
numbers of times I really was sick 2
number of marathons i participated in 1
number of miles walked/jogged in said marathon 2

wow, that is a lot of numbers

your number one basset ernest the puppy

A successful transaction was conducted at the Burgerville in Vancouver, the one by the WSU campus. As usual, I was aloof and ignored the moms. On the way home, I napped as best as I could CONSIDERING THE LANE CHANGES that woke me up.

I tried to get them to stop at the Governor's mansion to complain about the roadway from milepost 18 to 140, but alas, they said NO.

I am home, I have eaten, I have rung my bell to go out 4565 times. They have bent to my will once. My kitchen is completely bare and there are boxes everywhere. I have been told that the next three days the kitchen is off limits. I hope they remembered to get my bowl and treats.

I am happy to be home and to my couch. I do miss my Sissy and the sheep and FREEDOM to go out and in at my WILL.

sincerely,

ernest freebird basset

Happy Christmas to all!

I'll be back tomorrow to tell you all about my adventures. Suffice it to say, they are still negotiating my release and in the mean time, I am giving the 509 a run for the money.

Gotta split, Santa is on his way to the 98052 with some bones, some squeakies, some bourbon and a standing rib roast for 20!

xxsmoochesxx,

ernest claus basset

The moms have an idea -- they are going to take 11 imac monitors to the Apple Store and see if they can trade them in for one iphone.

Then they can trade the iphone for me!

If not, they are going to try and get another 18 to up the ante.

I am sorry I'm not in the 206 enjoying the snow. The moms have been out in it and said that its deeper than a basset butt, whatever that means.

I have told them over and over to stay away from the yellow stuff. It is not limoncello flavored.

over and out and under and over ernest the puppy

My hood is covered with snow.

My homies are covered with snow.

I don't think I'll be at home with my peeps until after Xmas.

However, I'm with my homies in the 509 where I am currently in negotiations for my release. They are looking to trade me for 19 imac monitors sometime next week.

ernest not for resale basset

I'm behind my Phracey, but still in front of the pack.

It is still cold in the 509. An earnest (hah) attempt was made today to get me home by Papa J, but TH mom and Mama S. made him stay home. The moms have promised me a trip home on Boxing day. Secretly, I think they want to make snow bassets up at the pass and avoid Boxing day sales. They remain nuts.

However, for your viewing pleasure, Papa J. has put up a page of naked basset pictures in the snow.

Pretend we're Swedish or Finnish or something.

Winter Romp 2008


Ernest who was last seen curled up with a big cup of almond moo eyeing Mama S's warm patch on the couch.

Hi.

I'm still in the 509.

Its supposed to be below zero tomorrow.

Did I tell you that I am a basset with a very thin coat?

We were not allowed to walk today.

I am a basset who requires exercise for proper maintenance.

I wonder if I can get Spot to plan a jail break.

I hope Papa J can take a few pictures of us in the snow.

Ernest undercoat deprived basset

I'm in the 509!

I am naked.

I am sleeping with Spot -but plan to do the same with Phracey soon.

I am having a blast, even if I am not making sure that my best Kiwi friend is taking walks
without me.

I am sure that the moms will come find me after they return from the RG8 8JG area.

SUMDs take good care of them.

xo,

nm

In a few days I'll be the dog on top!

ernest sleeping, do not disturb

Hi.

I've been remiss in blogging. I should really say that NaPoBloMo really kicked nmom's butt. She really needs to chill.

I think I'll send her back to Greenland.

In other news, I am currently hosting and jumping on a scientist who is from New Zealand. He did not bring me any sheep. That is okay though because as of Sunday, I'm back in the 509 while both my peeps go to see the SUMDs.

Check out Aunt Kerrio's flickr page to see all the new SUMDs that she and Uncle Brian are fostering.

They rock.

The promised to bring me back a beautiful and taller female dog. I hope my sissy doesn't get too jealous.

ernest up with the dow, down with the recession

Its Non Denominational Generic End of the year wishes via the conventional
methods time around here.

My nmom assures me that she will get my card designed and sent off to be sent out
in time for the postage rates to go up and before I run back to the 509 to teach Spot how
to less of a sissy.

So, if you are interested in receiving a limited edition ernest the puppy NDGETYW missive via stage coach, please send me an email message with that stage coach findable address via the internet tubes.

ernestpuppy AT GMAIL dot communist.

xo,

ernest

I'm afraid my gravy (chicken and rice) train is coming to an end.

Sad, but true.

However, TH mom says that she will share the turkey and goose hearts
with me when she cooks them for Thanksgiving. She's the bestest.

Nmom says she'll pass.

What is your favorite Thanksgiving dish?

ernest who has alot to be thankful for

story of my life:

chalked and walked
weeded and fed

ernest puppy

I have been sick. So sick, they rescued me early from lockdown so that the moms could take me to my physician the night I came home.

I am not going into the details of my malady, but let's say it looked worse than I felt.

Because of it, I am getting lots of smooches, paw holding, chicken and rice and atta boys.

I appear to be better after one day of stomach coatings and flagyl.

The moms have to get up every eight hours to squirt nasty stomach coating down my gullet. Nmom is much better at it than Tmom.

My Mama S and Papa J were three miles from me and didn't stop. I am a bit sad and mad. I promise them the next time they come to town they will get escorted to all the attractions by me!

ernest feeling better after every serving of chicken breast

Currently incarcerated. Please send help.

Parentals abandoned me in the 425 until next week. They better bring
me a present.

ernest inmate #13755

YES WE DID.



I figure I will be seven when I get elected. I may have a few grey hairs interspersed with my raven blackness, but I will be ready to help lead this great nation.

From sea to shining sea.

ernest the poochie bell afficionado

Nmom is a bit antsy these days. I am trying to take her on a bunch of walks and dog park visits, but she would rather obsess about the presidential race -one.where.i.am.not.the.leading.candidate.

Well, whatever.

Tonight I would like to dispel a few myths about me.

Just because I am often seen in a red harness does not make me a republican or a republican sympathizer.

Just because I am intact - does not mean I'm a social conservative that does not allow other dogs the right to choose. Though, I fear my days of intactness may be over soon.

Just because I expect a million walks and all the attention focused on me does not make me a member of generation ME!

When I was a tiny puppy, I was told that I could be president. I made it my goal and though I tried to get there this time, I was vanquished. Some said I was too green, some said I was too red, some said it was the fact that I was a purebred basset -- others thought it was because I had the balls to run for president.

Well, I tried and trust me I'll try again!

Thank you for you support these last two years and nearly eight months.

I smooch you all.

I want to give some special shout outs to

Joe the Papa
Stephanie the Mama
Phrace the alpha dog
Spot the pee-er
Nmom the worrier
Tmom the nicerest
Donald the veternarian
Mike the groomer
Mony the graphic designer
Aunt Beth the scientist
Steve the mailman
Grandpere the scritcher
Grandmere the enabler
Scruffy the playmate
Wally the corgador

and all the dogs with blogs for being the dogs who blog about the most interesting things.

Hopefully our new commander of apes will do a better job than the last chimp, he sucked.

Today my nmom gave me what she said was going to be the last table water cracker of the republican reign on terror. I relished it and look forward to a new box and a better world tomorrow.

ernest the basset