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