The perceptive and crazysexyfunny mrs tbogg pointed out to me that last night’s post on dog walking pretty much describes every night dog walking. Availability of free range cats taunting the dogs may tend to vary. The other night she came to me and stated that she wants to get another one when the L&T Casey comes home from college for the holidays, but I think we’re going to put that off until summer. I’m just not up to dealing with Fenway and another puppy at this time.
It’s weird that, for so long we only had one basset (Cooder for ten years then Satchmo for his first six years before baby Beckham came along) and now two doesn’t seem like enough… even though they are more than enough. We’re already working on new names, although I fear the Palin family may use up all of the good ones before Basset ToBeAquired is…. acquired.
Here’s a rare shot of Fenway and Beckham together with neither one of them moving when I try to take their picture. (As always: Click’em to big’em if you must)




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We’ve had two and we’ve had three at a time, and I’m a firm believer in stopping at two. Because you can delude yourselves that you have a chance at controlling them if they don’t outnumber you. When the L&TC isn’t there, you and Mrs. Tbogg will each be trying to give the requisite attention to one dog each while the third one feels neglected and decides to make an ass of himself.
But you know that already.
Let us know what name you pick and show us pix of the new addition right away!
OT: My fiance just noticed that lots of people on Facebook have changed their middle name to HUSSEIN.
I did it too. Pass it on!
As an Angels fan, I would be willing to have Arte Moreno throw in a Basset To Be Named Later in any deal for Jake Peavy.
Fenway is HUGE. I hope he doesn’t have too much more growing to do or you might have a mutant basset on your hands. Love the photo of Beckham with his eyes cast down. (Also his head on baby pic, which could be his yearbook photo from the school of hard knocks.)
I haven’t visited tbogg for over a year and I see you’ve still gone to the dogs.
If you are looking for names for Basset Number 3, can I suggest that firstly you get a lady basset to temper all the male energy chewing up the house. And that way you can also explore the naming opportunities inherent in great American divas like Ella, Billie, Sarah and Tallulalh.
“My Fellow Americans”
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0117119/
was an adequate little comedy but did include this great exchange.
Russell Kramer: When you were in the White House, who was the person you were most excited to meet?
Matt Douglas: Nelson Mandela.
Russell Kramer: I’m not a reporter.
Matt Douglas: Ella Fitzgerald.
There is in fact an entire group on Facebook devoted to people adding HUSSEIN as their middle name.
I think Fenway should belong to that group.
Dear Boggses – Please adopt a little girl basset and name her Shirley. Or Queenie. Either one.
‘Enkew.
Zevon is a nice name. Zevon Hussein.
Well, since the present TDoggs have sports-related names, I supposed the BTBNL’s name should follow in that vein. This, however will require some thought, as the BTBNL shall arrive with a vast, ready-made audience, and shall require a moniker befitting that stature.
How about “Casey Stengel?” Case looked kind of droopy and basset-like in his Mets period. Oh, wait. You’ve already got a Casey on your team. . .
Sine you mentioned it, that is who the L&T Casey is actually named after. Had she been a boy, her (his) first and middle name name would have been Brooks Robinson.
True story.
Pets tend to do that to you. We started with two cats. Then our neighbor found an adorable stray (with extra toes and a messed up tail) that somebody was abandoning behind the local supermarket and brought it home. Two became three.
Then, a couple of years later, my youngest son wanted a kitten. My wife, upon taking him, let him get the one he wanted, but absolutely fell in love with another one there. Three became five.
Then one of our older three cats (my favorite) became ill and died (cancer). A week later, I adopted one I fell in love with. Five became four, then five.
Then, the family dog died just a few weeks ago. We didn’t really want another dog (we realized a while ago that we’re cat people). My wife and I went looking for pet supplies, saw a couple of cats from the pound, a gray two month old kitten, which is slightly crosseyed, and a one year old Siamese Lynx Point, which has been christened Obama, with the proviso that if he manages to screw up the election, he’ll be renamed on November 5.
Five became seven. Ack.
You don’t even want to see my monthly budget for cat litter and cat food.
Bonus points for naming your daughter after Casey Stengel, TBogg. The best I could get away with was naming our sons after a couple of famous military leaders.
I am afraid that should you find yourself down a pit with a serial killer saying “It rubs the lotion on its skin, or else it gets the hose again” and the only way out is to get the dogs to stand up and walk toward a bone, you’d be screwed.
Just a thought–a new baby might actually improve Fenway’s behavior. He’ll suddenly be the elder statesman. Sounds like it could be a very exciting Xmas for you guys (or summer if you chicken out).
Yah…..what mmanion said. But with the qualifier that we are talking about a new CANINE baby…not those annoying human kindd.
Beckham gots a pointy head! ::: skritches :::
Brooks Robinson was my favorite ballplayer when I was growing up (I was an Orioles fan, and I love good defense), so I approve of that name (you could have named Casey “Brook,” that’s become a girl’s name lately). We have 2 Bassets (and 2 cats), and that’s plenty for us, but they are so adorable and irresistable…
I have occasionally used a Tbasset pic as my wallpaper, despite being mostly a cat person. Right now I have last week’s Fenway-on-the-chewed-cushion photo up. I explained to my visiting 4-yo grandniece how Fenway found an intruder chewing on the cushion, and bravely chased him away; and how he had previously discovered *another* B&E attacking Mr. Baseball (in the background of the photo) and routed him, but not before Mr. B was de-stuffed.
Even at four, she is properly skeptical (she has experienced dogs, and puppies); but nonetheless sturdily declares that she believes Fenway.