My dog informs me that Saint Bernard drool is particularly tasty.

Happy 4th, all. (Happy 3rd, too, since it means no work for me.)

Beckham is giving Fenway the evil eye – in Scary Black Muslim Man fashion. Or maybe he’s giving you the evil eye for not getting involved and telling Fenway to stop.

Mmm… drool.

Fenway looks to be twice the size of Beckhman, which is kind of alarming considering how – dare I say – clumsy he still is. (It’s a good thing that chair’s not on coasters, Fenway!)

Beckham’s expression is priceless. Is he enjoying Junior’s attentions or put off? Maybe he’s thanking his lucky stars Fenway isn’t chewing his ears like that hellion we used to know… What was his name again?

So, Fenway is Mommy’s Little Helper? How thoughtful of him to tidy up his slobb(er)ish brother before entering the family dwelling.

Or is this some kind of religious ablution?

Perhaps if you provided adequate hydrating fluids of a more acceptable type he wouldn’t have to resort to lapping up someone else’s drool just to keep from being parched.

Or maybe Fenway just likes doing this because he can. And it assures him spotlight billing in the TNBB comments.

Those are kisses, you cynical people. Especially you, TBogg.

As long as there ain’t no taint involved.

Don’t know much about dogs, do you? Taint is what they do.

I don’t know, in that upper shot, Fenway appears to be stunt-sleeping. But cutely.

Our big dog used to sleep like that, butt on the couch and head on the coffee table, or whatever was handy. Perfectly normal, right?

Ewwwww – ummm, I mean, awwwwwwww.

Like everyone else here, Thursday bassett blogging has become must-see-blogging for me.

Yo, peeps. Governor Palin just resigned! She’s leaving in two weeks. TBogg! Get on it.

Re – Fenway, My Dave has ALWAYS referred to going all drapey over a footstool as the “comfy – position” Unbeknownst to me, Dave spent all of the eighties and the early ninties after work hours.