The older dogs are not cooperating so it's all Fenway this week.
Last night all three dogs went into a post-dinner happiness frenzy and began racing up and down the stairs barking and wrestling with each other and slamming into walls.
Satchmo can only keep it up for a short time before he comes into the room, knocks my legs out of the way and hides under my desk where Fenway and Beckham can't get at him. Then he starts barking like crazy (and Satchmo has a very deep and resonant bark that sounds like what James Earl Jones would sound like if he, you know, barked instead of saying "This is CNN"). I assume that what Satchmo is saying is the basset equivalent of "Sanc-tu-ary!".
It's really quite dramatic in a Victor Hugoesque kind of way...
Fenway is coming along nicely despite his belief that puppy pads are for shredding and paper towel rolls are bitchin' fun to run with until all of the towels unspool. Then he pees presumably under the assumption that there are perfectly good towels now just laying there that can be used to clean it up.
In his mind, I'm sure he thinks he's being helpful as he stands there wagging his tail believing that this is some kind of male bonding exercise.
It's not...
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What’s he gonna do with all that ear?
Okay, carrying the food bowl is cute, but peeing on all the towels is a bad habit. Are you teaching your baby basset bad habits, Tbogg?
You four bachelors sound like you’re having a blast.
Well, I’ll be done seen about everything
When I see a basset hound fly…
Well, after 4/5ths of a remarkably shitty week (can’t wait to see what tomorrow has in store…), the soothing visage of the incredibly cute Fenway has a nice, soothing effect. Now, if only my 70lb lap dog would cooperate, I could relax…
How could that look fool anyone? I just think you’re trying to frame him because he’s so goddamned cute and doesn’t have a football helmet head.
You’re a right bastard.
Oh, and just so y’uns know, Dr. mrs. Putz thinks giving gifts to a woman who has just given birth makes her a prostitute. No joke.
Satchel may be using what dog trainers call a “mentor bark”, telling the Young Boyz that(in his judgement) the rowdy has gone on long enough and everyone should start using their Indoor Manners. It’s not so much “You kids get offa my lawn!” as “Quit that or I’m telling!” This would be useful, if true, because when you hear that particular bark you will know that Fenway is committing an Offense and needs to be… re-directed.
Our intermediate dog Zevon has been using his own “mentor bark”, quite different from his standard noises, on the new teenage rescue Puppybastrd, who is determined to demonstrate why he’s 18 months old and already on his third home. Since we re-christened The Excitable Boy for excellent reasons, it’s kinda weird to hear him complaining about anyone *else’s* manners, but on the other hand it’s nice that Zevon (another rescue) has apparently decided that we’re family and this isn’t just another extended-stay hotel.
Those eyes!!
damn, where did he learn to pose like that…
Time for some nailcutting, btw.
Maybe Satchmo’s saying “you don’t know the POWER of the Dark Side!”
It’s time to intervene. You’re obviously letting Beckham homeschool Fenway, and nothing good can come of that.
that look of innocence can fool me any time. what a sweetums!
My puppy was stepping on her ears early on I hear.
On a serious note, was Fenway housebroken or have you all had to and if so how do you go about it? My puppy drinks water like 3 horses, and even though I take her out very often there is one room she baptizes regularly if I’m not careful and I do everything to neutralize the amonia. I’ve taken to walling that room off even though she’s doing considerably better.
“Do not let this look of innocence fool you.”
Not fooled at all.
I recognized Rosemary’s Baby.
It was the eyes…
keep him out of high winds
he could get beaten to death by his own ears