I have been visiting the dog park a few mornings a week. Its a nice dog park, with a dog leg that leads to the water.

I usually am a good boy and listen and sometimes even come back when called.

Recently, I have not been such a good boy.

This means that I have to do the perp walk out of the park ON MY PINK LEASH.

How embarrassing is that?

Tomorrow morning, n.mom promised me the park! I am so excited. Everyone loves me there except for one grumpy fellow, but his mom keeps him away from me.

Do you love the dog park too?

ernest in the water for the first time

I am mad.

I was not invited.

I will make this statement.

I, Ernest puppy, candidate in the 2008 U.S. Presidential Election, throw all my support to Barak Obama and Joseph Biden.

Now, go on and vote for them dammit.

Or I'll jump on you.

ernest blue to the core

A few things of note...

My car is fixed. I am now safe to drive in the basset not so furry mobile! Yeah mom. I'm sorry it was so expensive, but I think I'm worth it.

TH mom is soo close to Sophie, but can't get to her. She better bring me back something really good from CANADA!

My uncle Al took everyone out for dinner tonight. Nmom and GP were nice enough to leave me some filetmignonables. Yum.

Thanks for going with medium, the rare stuff is hard on my tummy.

They always talk about the white box around here. My predecessor, Jacques was famous for getting really good white boxes. This is my first real white box and it was delicious. Tomorrow for breakfast I am having mignonables mixed in with my squashables.

TH mom purports to be coming back on Saturday night, Nmom wants to do a 20 mile walk. That seems long to me, I guess TH mom is stuck with me for at least six hours. I guess we're going to have to work on bell ringing and outdoor chewing.

over and out ernest the puppy

Today we played operation rescue Ernest!

Nmom put me in the kennel in the better basset mobile, we went to the dog park where I made sure that other dogs got some exercise and then we went home.

She went to pop the tail gate and it wouldn't open.

Did she mention this car has no interior handle?

Did I mention that I was freaking out?

Did she mention that she was freaking out?

So, she pulled the kennel forward and then opened the door and then moved it over and I popped out the side door.

Did she mention that the garage needs to take the whole panel off the tailgate at 98 dollars a hour and then fix it and it will easily cost 500 dollars?

Did she mention that she just took the car to the dealer to have them tell her the check engine light code is really telling her that her gas cap is not screwed on tight enough? Did she mention that this cost her 98 bucks?

Did she mention that she wanted to tell them to screw off? (Naughty mom)

Did she mention that if it had been hot and there had been no way of getting the kennel out of the car I would be really scared and overheated or even worse?

Did she mention that she would have paid a million dollars to get me out in that case or any case? Did she mention that due to the financial crisis that now would be even harder?

So, I'm out on my couch and my tummy is full of squashables, a bit of kibble and some biscuits. Nmom went to grand mere's and grand pere's and mom climbed into the back of the wagon and collapsed the wire crate with the help of GP and now I get to ride in GP's jeep for the rest of the week?

Did she mention that GM was not amused by this thought?

Anyways, all is well that ends well. Nmom is relieved that I am okay and that the kennel is out. She wouldn't want the Volvo technician to charge her 98 bucks just to get the kennel out of the car.

Whew, that was long.

I'll be back to regular blogging. My mom is feeling better after walking 60 miles a few weeks ago and my TH mom should be back from CANADA soonest.

ernest puppy lock down or bust

I am home, my moms are too busy to update you on my life.

I miss you all.

My moms are so lame.

ernest basset fit for a king

Oh Hai!

I'm being a pretty good boy. I'm really a bit worried about things in the presidential race, but I'm sure that Ms. Palin will get it good soon. What a nut. Phracey, who continues to amaze me with her hunting skills, her no nonsense approach to life and her ability to stay non-pregnant even with all these amorous advances would have made a much better vice presidential contender. She's completely left of the center, so maybe that wouldn't have worked. I think she outweighs Cindy McCain, so she could have kicked her ass.

Its not like Palin has anything interesting to say.

I do. ALways, apparently I am quite hoarse because I talk to anyone who will listen to me.

My moms are back from Greenland and based on my limited correspondence with them while they were without blackberry coverage, I am purportedly the luckiest basset on the planet because I am tied up to a rock for the summer like the sledge dogs they saw all over middle western Greenland.

I believe they were considering buying all the dogs they met dog beds.

Anyhoo, its about T minus 96 hours before I start ringing my poochie bells in the 98105.

The moms, they really do miss me.

ernest basset to somewhere basset

Things are getting crazy on the convention floor here in Denver!

And it did not involve a four legged delegate!

Spot, Clancy. Puff, Evita. Lucille, Mama Stephanie and I were taking our normal walk through the DNC and you will never guess what we saw!


About four feet from the ground, safely out of the reach of some very curious Basset Hounds there were two nuthatches having a fight! They were so occupied with trying to kill each other that they never noticed we were under them. Very strange.



I ate all of my food and some of Spot’s food today. I am hungry. My sissy is smelling better and better every day, but I know that I could not win the nomination if I tried to woo her. Clancy says that it is not yet time to get our dander up and he knows, so I'll listen to him, for once.

Ernest, taking the convention by storm.

My TH mom has been in Greenland for about a week! She is suffering from fruitable and vegetablable withdrawal compounded by the lack of fresh milkables.

However, somewhere in the arctic lurks a wallymelon patch!

She sent this to prove it.

Nmom is leaving tomorrow and promised to bring two limes for gin and tonics up near the ice camp.

ernest

Mama S took me to the fair! Is she not lovely? She campaigned for me in the 509. After our ruckus on Friday she said no dice to taking Spot and I out in public, but she took me in spirit.

I'm in Denver right now trying to get a howl in edgewise. That Michele Obama is quite a stage hog.

Other than that, I have been keeping busy trying to impress the girls, its not working. I have been participating in fence races with Spider from the Happy Tails Home for Wayward Rottweillers next door. Timmy won but I came in second! He has much longer legs, so you figure out who is really the rock star.

Papa Joe took some pictures of the rodeo. I am certain that I would have been able to dress the sheep much better than these guys. They just wouldn't let me.
Stay tuned for more of me at Rancho Oxboro and Denver!

Ernest red bad, blue good

Do the words getting out of Dodge mean anything to you?

After causing quite the commotion the last few days as someone near and dear to me is starting to smell wonderful and girly, I have decided that retreat is the better part of valor and am making my way to Denver for the Democratic National Convention.

Well, I will once Papa J gives me a ride to the airport.

I wonder if they serve vitabones on such a short flight.

ernest house arrest, what house arrest basset

From the desk of Ernest basset esq.


Rain, rain go away.

We are very bored in the 509. It is raining and muddy and we are not amused.

We are picking on Nobel Spot as he is the youngest.

Poor spot.

It is supposed to stop raining soon.

I hope so because I cannot miss my flights to Denver for the DNC. I understand there is a groundswell of support for Ernest as veep.

Nmom neglected to buy an Ernest t shirt to wear to Greenland. She better get cracking.

Ernest who believes the revolution is just a t shirt away

Hi!

As I sweltered this weekend in the 509 a few things came to my mind...

Have you seen this story? It rocks.

Here were my questions to my nmom.

Why did they dress that bird up in a tuxedo?

When I become president can I knight birds?

How do you knight something that you can't reach?

Can presidents be knighted?

ernest who loves the knight life

Papa Joe is documenting my Summer Camp Experience.

Check it out here.

ernest heat advisory stricken basset to the masses

Today I am going to give some advice to those of you who may be trying to make a positive impression on new people -- this could be a job interview, a pitch for a product, meeting the new inlaws or just trying to speed date.

For your information, I have given lots of interviews and met lots of people in my short rein as the only basset hound worthy of the highest public office and know what I am talking about. These hints are solid, some of which I should follow myself on a regular basis.


1. Putting your paws in someone's crotch when you first meet them is not good form.
2. Don't forget to lift your leg before entering the room, not after you arrive.
3. Chewing on the pencils or table legs is probably not going to get you into the second round of
interviews.
4. References should be positive, so maybe not the one from the lady with the dead yew in her front garden.
5. If things are going bad, you can always roach or commando crawl and everyone will think you are cute and love you any way.

ernest workforce management consultant to the masses

From the desk of Ernest the Basset:

Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie came home early on Monday evening. I told them how happy I was to see them.

While they were gone, Spot the bad figured out how to open his kennel door. Kathy had to catch him and put him back in his kennel. He was living with Timmy the flat coat who did not go out the door.

This morning on the walk Phrace the Miscreant and Spot the Bad dug their way under the gate in the driveway. Everybody else including me The Good stayed in the yard. Mama Stephanie and Papa Joe spent two hours looking for Phrace the Miscreant and Spot the Bad. Papa Joe and Mama Stephanie finally went down to the creek. Papa Joe found them behind the neighbor’s house in the creek munching on dead squirrels! The neighbor shoots the squirrels and throws the carcasses down the embankment.

Mama Stephanie told Phrace and Spot that they were not going on the walks any more and will have to walk on leash until; the gate issue is solved.

I am being very good. I have eaten my food every day. I have not seen a squirrel but I did chase two cats! I miss you and I will be very happy to see you.

Sincerely and with great love of the couch,

Ernest basset esq.

cc: TH mom and my archivist, N.mom

Greetings from the 509. I have been here for eight days with many more to go as the moms have decided that all this back and forth to and froing to lockdown and home is killing them.

So, with Timmy the flat coat, the Nobel Spot and Phracey I play and squeak and bay.

So far it appears that the squirrels are winning. I have yet to catch one -maybe next week.

Bummer.

I am missing the moms a tiny bit, but I think they are really missing me the mostest. It is because of me they know exactly what the neighbors are drinking.

Papa J is supposed to give nmom a link to some pictures so that you can see what I am up to.

However, for now, you can look at a cute picture of me as a tiny basset puppy.

ernest don't fence me in basset

Ask Ms. Brador and ye shall receive.


Click here to see more of the family reunion.

Hi!

This weekend I had house guests - one two footed and two pawed and two four pawed.

Guess who?

Right -- Mama S, Phracey and Noble Spot!

It was fun.

I am tired.



We wrestled, we tugged, we fought and we napped. I used Spot's ear as a chew toy. It was delicious. In fact, it brought him good luck and he won best of opposite sex at dog show. Forget the buddha rubbing, let me chew on your ear for good luck and fortune.


Now I'm in the 509 hanging with my homies.

out for kibble ernest the puppy

The saddest thing.

Nmom got to meet Kubrin and Meggie and Boots, Cleo and Tealeaf last summer.

She writes about it here.

She will miss them all and I will miss their antics as well.

bassety updates:

In a little over 48 hours Phrace and Nobel Spot will be in the 98105!

Yesterday I hid all my precious stuffie/squeakies way up high so that not even Kubrin can get them. My sissie is hard on stuffies and I am in love with my squeakies from my grandmere.

TH mom promises that Phracey and I get to work on scaring the mean cats of the neighborhood.

Mama S. will get a nice steak dinner, some down time and everyone is going to come over to meet everyone! Is that cool or what?

Ficus, our ficus, is going into hiding as Nobel Spot is having a hard time distinguishing between indoor and outdoor trees.

Nmom is leaving (harumph) for a weekend of female bonding and camping and walking 37 miles. What a nut.

I'll be out of touch for a while after that, Mama S is taking me to Oxboro for the next six weeks. Not to fear, there will be updates galore and some of my deeper musings that I have been cogitating on for a while -- think of them as my position papers for the next regime.

ernest still sleeping, do not disturb