Beckham is not going to waste a perfectly good blanket and sunshine spot by worrying about exterminators. There’s a dog with the right priorities.

Oooh, I’ve got a new desktop photo! Thanks, Beckham!

Its kind of obvious Thomas was daydreaming when he wrote this in his strip-search dissent:

In determining whether the search’s scope was reasonable under the Fourth Amendment, it is therefore irrelevant whether officials suspected Redding of possessing prescription-strength Ibuprofen, nonprescription-strength Naproxen, or some harder street drug. Safford prohibited its possession on school property. Reasonable suspicion that Redding was in possession of drugs in violation of these policies, therefore, justified a search extending to any area where small pills could be concealed. The search did not violate the Fourth Amendment.

Anita, did you see the movie with the naughty school principal?

Fenway does look simultaneously concerned and fascinated.

Ah, sweet basset boys. Thanks, tbogg. Once again they are sorely needed.

Fenway gives new meaning to the term “spotted dick” [which traditionally refers to an English dessert, as I recall].

Fenway’s got his Crouching Tiger Hidden Hound on and Beckham’s got his Great White Bored Basset Shark on. But neither have left the bed.

I see pictures of Palin again… what is the deal?

KIDDING!!! And yes, I know I am not funny. (^^)

I guess you won’t be running for governor.

Americans may be a forgiving people, but few hold any fondness for English cuisine.

Mmmmm! I love the smell of Vikane(TM) in the morning!

Ah… actually, Fenway looks like he’s about to hawk up a hairball.

Do dogs even get hairballs?

Termites? What kind of neighborhood do you live in? Are we talking Grapes of Wrath?

The termites in this part of California are built into the foundations. And since there’s no frost in the winters, they don’t die off. It’s part of the developers’ “planned obsolesence” blueprint for communities, that allows them to raze houses every 40 years to make room for more houses on less land.

True story – me 11mo daughter was just caught grabbing the cat so she couldn’t get away. And rather than call her by her name, I almost called her Fenway, stumbling through a bunch of other names before getting to hers.

Yes, this post was up.

I have a tin of Heinz Spotted Dick in my pantry, which surprises the unwary. Spotted Dick is a steamed pudding with raisins, and reportedly a British school-dinner staple; the one I made was quite tasty, served warm with boiled custard sauce. None of my fellow Biscuitbarrels would touch it–more for me! Another tin o’ Dick was given to a homesick Brit, who, fortunately, appreciated it. (The Vermont Country Store sells Spotted Dick.)

But yes, speaking of the Other Spotted Dick, Fenway’s not going to completely yield a prime spot on the nuptial pillows unless the tent across the alley offers him a much, much more compelling reason to do so…

Is concerned and fascinated basset code for dropping a deuce?

Beckham: Hey T, have you noticed Fenway is an idiot? (Yawn)