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While the economy may be going south, the Official Veterinarians of Thursday Night Basset Blogging™ have been making out like bandits from all of the recent visits, including check-ups, shots, Beckham’s puking problems, and now Fenway is gimping around like Carson Palmer because he won’t quit leaping off of beds and couches like an idiot. His x-rays don’t show anything out of the normal so it’s probably a soft tissue injury or pinched nerve meaning that he’s on non-steroidal anti-inflammatories for the time being.
Also, Fenway ate harness number five this week and his second TV remote in three weeks.
Stupid barfy, limpy, destructive dogs. It’s a good thing they’re cute and they bark at the neighbors which keeps the neighbors from wanting to talk to me when we’re out on walks.
Here’s Beckham not really wanting Mr. Soccer Ball as much as he didn’t want Fenway to have it. And Fenway plotting his next move .
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USA! USA! USA!BASSETS! BASSETS! BASSETS!”Ate harness #5”??? How on EARTH does he do that?
So, Mr. Soccer Ball, my old adversary. We meet again. This time, the hunter has become the HUNTED!
We haven’t seen Mr. SB for quite a while. Glad to see he is alive (in an inanimate sort of way) and well, and continuing to provide entertainment for the boyz.
Eating the TV remotes is unacceptable! I’m sorry boys, it’s the hanging harness for you all!
Well, clearly, he’s had practice.
Yes, we do love our dogs even when they’re being bad. The week, a month after my wife had removed the makeshift fence (croquet hoops) around the re-seeded area of the lawn which my 70lb lap dog had insisted on digging up last year…he dug the damn hole again. Exact same spot. I keep wondering if there’s something particularly smelly buried under that spot.
Anyway, I managed to stay mad at him for a grand total of about an hour.
I’m just wondering how he GETS to the harness on his own body?
I have four chows, and they tear up each other’s harnesses [and collars], but not their own; can’t reach ‘em.
No wonder they destroy those harnesses always Gitmo-like fixed around their bod, wouldn’t you?
So now every time he _________, we have to watch _________ on the TV. Come on TBogg, these Borscht Belt jokes won’t write themselves.
My Bassets have also been known for major dietary indiscretions that cost hundreds of dollars. They tell me they’re doing their duty: they’re stimulating the economy!