Cichlids.

Sure, they’re a little fussier about their water requirements than goldfish, but at least they have personalities.

But admit it, you could never do without the bassets. And I’d miss my Thursday night fix too much.

Love the pic of Fenway & Beckham together. Tucker the 10 month old golden retriever puppy destroyed a plastic tumbler, a plastic container lid, and ate a book today while I was gone. Tuck could probably get a job as Palin’s librarian given his apparent animosity to them. He killed a Thurber but I rescued Harper Lee from his mauling jaws…

I think you should consider cats. Less destructive of property, but at least around here they are known to rush out and bite your feet. So maybe that’s a toss-up.

Holy crap! I would so not be amused.

Fenway must be on his ninth life by now for all the mischief he’s gotten into (without any clean up duty). He’s certainly due for a time out. In the corner. With the dunce cap.

Since your dogs have all the dramatic talent and good looks of Hollywood stars, the first shot could be a re-enactment of the (substitute couch for) beach scene in From Here to Eternity; with Beckham as Burt Lancaster and Fenway as a rough approximation of Deborah Kerr. (Too gay?)

How about one of the many ‘tender’ moments in All About Eve; Beckam Channing mentoring his protégé Fenway Harrington.

“Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy night!” seems tailor made for Fenway though.

Great photos as always and well worth waiting for. Yes, I do think Beckham would make a perfect Margot Channing. Or Addison De Witt.

My two favorite things: All About Eve and Thursday Night Bassett Blogging. Sigh.

In the picture of the boys together, it surely looks like Fenway’s saying, “Thanks a lot. You said Dad would love it if I did that. I’m not listening to you ever again.”

I blame Beckham. He’s still got that evil look.

It’s good to see that Beckham still has that Victor von Doom stare going on.

not only your bedroom, but fenway’s breath must be herbal fresh too….can he blow bubbles after drinking water…

The thing of it is, he didn’t drag out just one bottle. Noooooo – he deliberately went back and kept going back, collecting as many as he required. This is scary, scary smart.

I’d watch my back, TBogg – Fenway may have plans….

My son who lives in a contemporary house with open shelfs dog sat for me one time. He didn’t mind the box of Kashi cereal all over or the container of rice dumped but the cocoa did bother him. Seemed as though after he played in the cocoa he went upstairs to his room and rolled on his white comforter. Gee, The poor mutt was just bored.

can he blow bubbles after drinking water

Out both ends….

Beckham (in photo #1): Way to go, Fenway! Keep up the good work! The humans will definitely appreciate all the effort you’ve gone to! (sotto voce): Heh. Indeed. Soon, they’ll get so tired of this crap, they’ll get rid of the little bastard, and I’ll get all their attention!!!!1!

If I am late (which I am) you can blame it on Fenway (which you should) because a bathroom door was left open. . .

Hmmmm. I notice the suspicious use of what grammarians call the “blame-deflecting passive voice.” The classic examples are the politician’s “mistakes were made.” Who left the bathroom door open, TBogg? How about a revised post with a courageous confession: “I left the bathroom door open.” Or, perhaps, an active-voice blame deflection: “The well-traveled and forgetful Mrs. TBogg left the bathroom door open.”

Anyway, as Fenway can tell you, hair conditioner and body splash are good for the finish on wood floors. Poop, maybe not so much.

Just ONE poop? Lucky. Try two English Mastiffs whose papa decided to use up the half-chicken-breast left over from the barbecue by adding it to their dinner.

Never, NEVER, let any dog get into the chipotle-based barbecue sauce. Particularly 200-pound dogs. And most particularly two 200-pound dogs, in a small house, all day, with no humans to let them out.

Chipotle, let me say, causes diarrhea in dogs.

That shot of the two of them is just too cute.

Gerbils!!!
And the Doggs are adorable together. So overlook Little Mister Destructo’s afternoon potion binge and keep cleaning.

Mother Nature knew what she was doing when she put such mischeivous souls into such adorable packages.

Our dachshund recently pulled everything out of the bathroom wastebasket, strewed it all over the floor Hansel-and-Gretel-style, and then threw up what he’d swallowed along the way. Then he rolled over for a belly rub. Which I gave him.

During the Iran-Contra Affair, Reagan commented that, “Mistakes were made.” In his column, On Language, William Safire called this the “passive exculpatory voice.”

You state that a bathroom door was left open. Since the LTC and Ms. T are in Hawaii, and since Beckham and Fenway do not have opposable thumbs, the list of suspects is not lengthy.

I came home once to discover that someone (me? my husband? our housekeeper? who knows) had left the pantry door open and our 2 Bassets had strewn oatmeal all over the living room and granola all over the kitchen and dining room. Why I let them live I’ll never know. I tried telling them a la Lieberman that their conduct was “unacceptable,” but they just laughed at me and looked cute.

Lather, rinse, repeat, huh? Ugh.

We are in the process of adding a stray rescue cat to our family. She is adorable, all gray from nose to tail. We have a twelve-year-old cat and an eight-year old dog who existed just fine with the cat we had (she just passed away).

So we’re gradually letting the new kitty become part of the group by leaving the door open to the spare bedroom where she’s currently living. First time open, the dog sneaks in and eats all of the kitten chow. Second time open, the other cat sneaks in, eats the kitten chow. I am going through a lot of kitten chow for just one kitten. So the dish has been moved to a secure site until the older members get over the whole “resenting the new kid” thing.

Every Thursday night I turn to my dear husband and ask, “Awwww…can we get Bassets?” Every Thursday night he replies, “No.” Last night when I asked, he told me to “read that paragraph.”

He might have a point.

The Good Dog/Bad Dog Bandana might be a worthwhile purchase, though I doubt you’d have much use for the “good dog” side.

NTodd uses them on his three.

Hey! You could put them to work at the airport, screening carry-on luggage! If anyone tries to smuggle in more than three ounces of anything liquid, the boys can gnaw off the caps and spill the contents all over the floor. That’ll teach travelers to try to fool a basset.

Oh, TBogg… I know it’s really, really, REALLY rude to laugh at another’s troubles (unless they’re Republican, of course) but between your tale and the comments I’m helpless.

I would suggest getting what I have — a lovely antique cast stone cat originally designed as a garden ornament. It’s the best behaved cat I’ve ever had, and also provides humor whenever a new cat comes into the house. They stalk it, sneak up behind it where it can’t see them coming, and invariably raise up a paw and smack it on the ear. The stone ear. Then paws are held up in the air and perused until kitteh realizes that there are humans convulsed with laughter… Then shoulders are washed, with the “I did that to amuse you” look. Right….

I don’t know if they sell cast stone bassets, but possibly if you went on e-bay you could score one of those china dalmations they used to reward losers with on Wheel of Fortune…