They do the “lie still and look adorable” bit so none of us will believe the vicious lies you tell about them and someone will call The Authorities to report mrs tbogg verbally abusing Fenway.

Those look like some massive paws. I can only imagine the click-click sound on the kitchen floor. (Unless the nails are daintily trimmed.)

Why look they are just perfect. Anyone can see it. The problem obviously is you and the Missus

OT: Has the L & T Casey reported to you that a bunch of stuff is closed here because we’re expecting 60 mph winds? Chaminade, however, is staying open.

She called tonight complaining about classes not being canceled. Poor baby. I told her to not get conked by any flying coconuts.

As mrs tbogg pointed out once again; the reason puppies are so darn cute is so we won’t actually kill them, tempted though we might be.

I seem to remember that MR Tbogg was the one who loudly preferred a cute little puppy to a rescue dog with pre-existing bad habits?

(Which I mostly remember because our household may never recover from the adolescent three-time-loser rescue the Spousal Unit acquired because “He’s still so young, he’ll grow out of his problems in no time!”…

Beckham: “. . . more than happy to have his ears rubbed.” Boy, that must be a full-time job.

“Hard to believe she wants a third one.” Funny, a number of people said that to and/or about me before my youngest son arrived.

Presumably, somewhere on your hard drive is a photo that changes to show Fenway’s ever-growing internal moral disintegration. A veritable Portrait of Doggian Gray, as it were.

Every time you write about the dogs all I think is, “I am so happy I don’t own them.” But thanks for the pics.

Is MrTbogg Butthead number 2? Surely you aren’t referring to Fenway!

Just one more, mrs tbogg? Isn’t two a nice round number?
Think of the joy and fun that two Basset pups would give! Especially if one were a female. You would be well on your way to having your own pack.

the reason puppies are so darn cute is so we won’t actually kill them, tempted though we might be.

Substitute “babies” for “puppies” and you have a near-quote from one of the first people (my age) to become a father in my ‘circle’. He said, “so you don’t actually throw them out the window.” They lived in high-rise married-student housing at the time. *g*

I’m not sure what’s doing it – we’re having rather cold weather for South Texas – but my crew of felines has been a bit crazed lately.
I was making an effort throw toys and pull ’strings’ and even sprinkled some catnip occasionally to get this sedentary lot up and moving…it seems I have created a monster 5 monsters.

My elderly 11-yr old, who has practically lived entirely on the sofa and nearby coffee table for years, was up and chasing toys today, followed by jumping the leader of the young-uns (4-yr old)and wrestling to the death!
Well, not to he death – when I saw teeth being used I put a stop to it.
They are all peacefully sleeping now, looking just as adorable as your canine crew.
I put out a new scratching box last night—maybe that was the trigger. They loooove a new scratchy box.

You haven’t seen the pedicure sling yet, have you? Ask nice, and Tbogg may visually enlighten you on the nail solution for bassets.