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