Comments on: Thursday Night Basset Blogging

By: MrsTbogg

MrsTbogg — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 19:05:05 +0000

Unfortunately, we are already close to the bottom of the canine intelligence food chain…bassets aren’t know for their brains….but I guess there are always cocker spaniels (apologies in advance to the cocker owners out there who will be asking for my head)

By: AnneLaurie

AnneLaurie — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 04:32:43 +0000

And it will be Fenway that will be the death of me….

Mrs. TBogg, we just had dinner with some old friends, and after listening to the latest Goat Boy stories one of them asked me: “I know you’re really bonded to Papillons, but, just for your own peace of mind — have you ever considered falling in love with a less intelligent breed?”

By: steverino

steverino — Sun, 10 Aug 2008 03:14:10 +0000

Y’know, I’m really a cat person, had several through the years. I love dogs, too, but never lived with one after I was four. Nevertheless, this is the second Fenway picture that has graced my desktop.

I met a bassett last night at the train station; I gave it some attention and then it was swarmed over by a half-dozen small children: when I left it was on its back getting belly-rubbed. And drooling (though that goes without saying).

By: mama4obama

mama4obama — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 23:21:12 +0000

Well…I guess Casey got a taste of what it’s like to be a parent. “Never do that again, Fenway!” Time out for you, Fenway!

By: OldDave

OldDave — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 13:50:40 +0000

On children and their language, I have this: twenty five plus years ago my then three year old daughter and I were browsing in a gift card shop when we rounded a corner and a nearly three foot tall Kermit poster suddenly came into view:

“Daddy! Look! It’s Kermit the Fuck! Kermit the Fuck!”

One of many magic moments…

By: captphealy

captphealy — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 07:25:31 +0000

I did think after I wish I had snapped a picture (because I’m sure everyone would have loved that visual)…

Surely you’re familiar with the words of John Greenleaf Whittier:

Of all the words of tongue or pen,
The saddest are these:
It might have been.

Always carry a camera (or at least a camera phone) with you. You’re likely to see many more interesting things on the roof at college.

By: MrsTbogg

MrsTbogg — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 05:35:15 +0000

And it will be Fenway that will be the death of me….

By: MrsTbogg

MrsTbogg — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 05:33:57 +0000

The less-than-desirable language from the L&T Casey first presented itself when she was about 3. As I have a strong aversion to spiders, when confronted with one, I tend to curse, as they say, “like a sailor”. One day after overhearing my expletives regarding a particularly large specimen in our bathroom, Casey proceeded to tell her grandfather that Mommy had found a “big, fucking spider” in the bathroom that morning. PopPop (as Tbogg’s dad was affectionately called) countered with, “you mean a big, barking spider” to which my little then-blond curly headed angel said, “no, it was a big, fucking spider.” It has gone downhill from there…..
Quick Satchmo update….getting the meds schedule down, lots of sleep and rest, adding Arnica tablets to the water and a topical Arnica gel to ease the swelling and pain (my friend at HWAC said the Arnica is better tasting than tumeric with the same benefits), and think we have found a vet who mixes both western and eastern medical modalities so the acupuncture can treat both the pain and the side effects of the meds.
And for all of you who have expressed your own heartache, thank you for sharing and please feel free to partake of the good kharma and love coming Satchmo’s way. There is more than enough to go around. We are with you….

By: LAndTCasey

LAndTCasey — Sat, 09 Aug 2008 03:45:14 +0000

As the person who discovered Fenway on the roof, I can say that it was more shocking to see than my dad could have told it. Bassets aren’t supposed to be climbers, so when Fenway decided to venture onto the roof of our house, I thought I was going to die. My heart just about burst out of my chest it was beating so fast. I did think after I wish I had snapped a picture (because I’m sure everyone would have loved that visual), I’m just glad he came off of the roof without me having to climb out there. And again thank you for all the support from you guys about Satchmo. Since I am leaving soon and can’t be there with him, I (as well as my parents) really appreciate everyone’s support. Just knowing there are people who care about him without even knowing him really makes me feel better about the entire situation. So thank you everyone so much.

L&T Casey

By: CarolynU

CarolynU — Fri, 08 Aug 2008 23:54:39 +0000

How lucky all the Tboggs are to have each other.

Agreed. Reading the last Satchmo post, and feeling all the sadness and worry that comes with the illness of a beloved pet - it occurred to me, what a lucky boy Satchmo is. To be so loved is the best thing that can happen to a dog.

And, present troubles aside, how lucky are all the TBoggs, to have learned doggy lessons so well - to be so loving to their animals.

Hope all of you feel better, soon.