One thing that I haven’t mentioned has been the transformative powers of a puppy on Beckham. While Beckham still occasionally barks at people or other dogs on the street, post-Fenway he has become much more mellow around the house and, yes, there are degrees of basset mellow-osity. The worst part is, after a life of Beckham crime, whenever we yell at Fenway, Beckham goes slinking away assuming that it’s all about him because he has enough internalized guilt in him to be both Catholic and Jewish.

Satchmo, who makes a cameo appearance this week, is all about sleeping, eating, and getting scratches behind the ears. That and growling at Fenway when he gets too rambunctious. He is sin free.

And now, the dogs:

Mrs tbogg’s idea of a perfect Mother’s Day

A rare moment when he is not running around like a maniac. I keep telling you: don’t let his looks fool you.
A pretty face can hide an evil mind …