Report on the "Fenway Doesn’t Get Crated During the Day Experiment".
Yesterday (Day One) phone call from mrs tbogg-
TB: So, how’d he do?
MTB: Remember how you wanted to get a new chair for your desk?
TB:…….
MTB: Well, he chewed off one of the arms. The one that was kind of split. Maybe you should stop at Staples on the way home. The arm was kind of all over the place.
Today (Day Two):-
TB: And…? How’d he do?
MTB: Well…the other chair arm is pretty much gone. And one of your prescription bottles is destroyed. I don’t think he ate any, they’re just kind of scattered all over the floor. I don’t think he was after the pills.
The good news is that Fenway’s cholesterol is probably way down. The bad news is that my blood pressure is going up.
Here are the boys. Beckham in jail under the bed (where Fenway belongs). Fenway lounging (probably stoned). Fenway meets another dog and seems startled (I blame the drugs).
On the next episode of Life With The Idiot Dogs: conceding the loss of territorial dominance of the bed, the tboggs purchase a king-size to be delivered on Saturday. Much barking, excitement, and anxiety about change is expected.
The dogs find it interesting too.




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What a fun, exciting story! It had everything a ripping yarn needs.
I’d suggest locking them out of your bedroom, but then you’d have to buy a new house.
I’d have a hard time refusing either of them parole, though I might put electronic ankle bracelets on them to protect the public.
I forgot how destructive puppies can be until I watched the puppy cam.
Satchmo’s calming influence is plainly missed.
So you and Mrs. Tbogg think you’ll get your fair share of the bed if it’s bigger?
Oh, my, your meds need adjusting. You really should know by now that dogs are capable of expanding to fill however much space exists. You seem to think that there’s a way to prevent having to accept that all your “intimate moments” are in the past.
Sweet dreams. Somebody’s ass is in your face again.
Fenway in pic one: “My God! Look how small his ears are!”
Oh god, I just laughed my ass off. I so feel your pain. I have been blessed with wonderful dogs since, but I lived through many traumatic years with an Irish Setter (from Ireland, no less). Thisbe…I was into Shakespearean names at the time.
She was a whirlwind force of destruction, to wit: she ate an entire half of the Queen Anne armchair she was fond of resting in (what the hell, it was there), she ate the entire contents, soil and all, of a potted rubber tree (there was nothing, I mean nothing left), and her piece de resistance was to pull up and consume (as much as was possible) the kitchen floor of our apartment. It’s tough to explain that to one’s landlord.
Later she was able to develop an uncanny knack…whenever she got upset that I had left her so long she would find the one album in my collection that I would never be able to replace, pull it out and proceed to shred it.
Aside from getting high-quality sheets at ridiculous prices, there’s absolutely nothing you’ll regret about getting a king-sized bed. You will soon be able to imagine your bed as a liferaft. “Sure, throw on a few more pillows!” “Another little one? Why not?” “Eating is restricted to the eating corner, pal.” “Leave Mom and Dad alone until Mom’s finished, will you?”
Nothing but good will come from all that. And just think! Mrs. Tbogg can shun you from the same bed!
It’s the pills, one pill makes you larger, the other pill makes your ears smaller.
Fenway can do a better job of policing himself ???
sounds vaguely familiar …
hope you’re feeling much better TBogg
I’ll bet you could cover your expenses (chairs, drugs, beds) if you launched the Basset Cam Channel. Those silly puppies are making a fortune – why should The Boyz?
Dear Mr. T,
As someone who has shared a king-sized bed with his partner and two Labs for lo these many years, I can absolutely, positively guarantee that you will be hugging on to one slim side while Mrs. T will be hugging on to the other. The dogs will occupy 90% of the space left. Enjoy!
Tagg
Dogs also possess the ability to manipulate gravity, as a dog that climbs into your lap and falls asleep (or decides it does NOT want to leave the dog park, dammit!) increases its weight by up to a factor of 100.
OT, but do you take requests?
Please, please, please do a post on Palin’s turkey slaughter interview. It’s just begging for a Tbogg carving.
I remember when you first posted about getting Fenway and the idea to keep him off the bed. Several posters suggested getting a bigger bed and avoiding the hassle. That didn’t take long.
The more the merrier! On your bed anyway. /winkie smile
I love the Shiba Inu puppy cam. I waste many thousands of hours watching it. If you were to install a Bassett cam, my productive life would be basically over.
PS: Will L&T Casey be coming to Maui for the Maui Invitational? As host, Charminade gets the “honor” of playing UNC.
The L&T Casey will be on your lovely island for Thanksgiving, but not for the tournament. She is heading over with a friend from the soccer team for a few days of rest and relaxation (I guess that’s not possible in Honolulu) and is very excited. Still our favorite island of all!
Why DO they sleep with their asses in my face?
You guys have expanded the concept of “the family bed” on beyond Zebra! As infants, our boys were removed from the Biscuitbarrel double bed when they fell asleep assuming the Da Vinci Man pose: both arms and legs extending outward, and the manly Mr. B and I clinging to our respective sides.
By the by, can one still purchase Maui Chips on Maui? I used to stand on line for them even in Maui. On the one day of the week that they were available at one market in Honolulu, the line went around the corner and down the street. Pedestrians passing by would sigh, nod, and say, “Maui Chips? So ono!”
Here at Casa Tbogg, I would fall asleep with Casey in her bed and Tbogg would come and wake me up to come to our bed. Some of our(Casey’s and my) fondest memories are the conversations we had before we fell asleep together. I firmly believe that the time spent discussing whatever presented itself while we were heading off to dreamland is one of the biggest reasons that she and I are so close. And while I’m not sure the conversations with my boys (the dog boys) have been as stimulating, I still think the “family bed” is a good thing!!!
And an amazing and wonderful Turkey Lurkey to all the TBogg community (Fans of Bassetts)… !!!