Famous, and deservedly so. I needed to see these pictures of a better time. My thoughts have been with you all day.

Fantastic. Esp. loved the beach, naughty bits, and sling photos. And the one of Fenway looking very, very guilty …

Once I heard a cowboy song, it was called “Get a Long, Little Doggie”, so I did.

What a treat to see all these pics in one place. I was hoping she would include the shot of Beckham in the sling – that’s the happiest I’ve ever seen him. I’ve been sad about you and your dogs all day Tbogg. The picture you put up this am with the two big boys was lovely/heartbreaking. I hugged my dog real tight.

It’s always preferable to have a wake to a funeral. Send the departed off with a blast of joyous memories.

Wonderful pics. The music seemed a little uptempo for bassets, however. Maybe a nice bassoon solo.

Cuuuute slide show! Love the guilty looks best.

I love it. Thanks to Andrea for putting that together. It really cheered me up.

The L&T C will be able to show her pals why she’s crying. That’s good.

Such Good Boys.

Nationwide? Those hounds are going global.

Excerpts from a Dog’s diary:

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Daily Diary :

Day 683 of my captivity:
My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little
dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I
make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of
escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the floor.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their
hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. The audacity!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices
tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of
the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was
walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded!

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell,
so he is safe……. for now…

That cat reminds me of Stewie on Family Guy. The dog IS my yellow lab.

LOL!

TBogg, been thinking about you and your family, two legged and four; and about all this community crying and laughing over beloved dogs together. I’ve always thought that the way someone relates to animals, particularly their pets, but any animals really, is the one of the best measures of their character.

You TBoggs are good people. Satchmo was a lucky boy. And the world a little less sweet and soulful without him.

I can’t believe the news … the good ones always go too early, don’t they? Sara, Zeus & Mooser sent Satchmo a get well package before I read the news. Please accept it as a gift for Fenway & Beckham to help them deal with their loss.

Sorry for your loss, TBogg. He looked like a beautiful dog.

Best thoughts out to you and the missus, TB in your times of trouble. Remember…all dogs go to heaven. My Jackie Boy and Bailey Sue send their regards to teh Satchmo.

Peace.

What a wonderful video. In the previous post a commentor wrote that they couldn’t believe that they felt so bad for someone they had never met and it brought to mind this from V For Vendetta.

Valerie: It seems strange that my life should end in such a terrible place, but for three years I had roses and apologized to no one. I shall die here. Every inch of me shall perish. Every inch, but one. An inch. It is small and it is fragile and it is the only thing in the world worth having. We must never lose it or give it away. We must NEVER let them take it from us. I hope that whoever you are, you escape this place. I hope that the worlds turns, and that things get better. But what I hope most of all is that you understand what I mean when I tell you that, even though I do not know you, and even though I may never meet you, laugh with you, cry with you, or kiss you, I love you. With all my heart, I love you. Valerie.

So on that note Tbogg and family, thanks for the laughs and the tears.

Thanks Andrea for the photo compilation. You guys have been on my mind all day. Thanks again for all the memories and new exploits (I’m thinking Fenway) to enjoy. Satchmo was a lucky guy and so was the Tbogg family to have him.

Tbogg, Although I am not religious at all, there is one thing that I feel is right; ALL DOGS GO TO HEAVEN. I lost a Shar Pei and a Golden Retriever within two weeks of each other and I decided to live dog free after my entire childhood and adult life was spent with dogs. Needless to say, that did not work. My previous pets were looking down saying what are you thinking. I like to think of Satch up above with Butch, Chester, Duchess, Rebel, Sunny, and Pudge.

So sorry to hear the news. Our Jack Russell Emmitt Smith is 12, and in the past year, we’ve said goodbye to all of his puppy-day friends. We treasure every minute with our “devil dog” and your terrible loss is another reminder of how dear these creatures are. Bless you all.

Yes. This was a lovely little bit of joyous remembrance of dear, wise, sweet Satchmo and the youthful bassetts that will help to heal hearts by their continued presence.

Satchmo deserved a happy memorial.

My deepest sympathies, TBogg.

I was hoping against this, but “sigh!”, here we are.

My best to you, the lovely Mrs. TBogg and the equally lovely and talented Casey…and of course, bug hugs to Beckham and Fenway.

LowerManhattanite

oh Mr TBogg, thinking of you and yours

God Bless and thank you Andrea wherever you are – laughter through tears – delightful!

milo – that is damn funny

Just wanted to drop in and pass on my deepest sympathy to the whole TBogg clan.

My condolences to all the TBoggs. The video is lovely tribute to a wonderful dog who had a great life.