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

I am anxiously awaiting the next snowfall.

I love snow, it tastes great and it is fun to walk in.

N.mom is concerned that soon I will want to go luging. I have no idea what she means.

In the meantime, please check out some new pictures of me that were taken this past month.

Ernest in November.

Must go and start sniffing my many christmas cards.

e. dd