Hey TBOGG, your dog’s melting! Or possibly looking for change (he can believe in) between the cushions.

Nah, he’s not melting. It’s one of those West Coast hippy things…he’s becoming one with the sofa. Just like Jerry Brown used to do, before he turned into a caricature of himself. But Pat rocked.

yeah, but do they snuffle while they snooze?
Either way they’re such teh cute.

Mmmmmm…comfy….

Basset action shot! Look at them go!

I can almost smell the scent of sleepy basset nose. I loved that pungent smell and miss it. I also miss munching the bridge of my basset’s adorable schnoz.

I miss how my basset used to climb, laboriously, onto my legs, one heavy paw (Ouch!) at a time (Owwww!) before she’d collapse like a barrel of bricks, then yawn in my face with the worst breath ever. Then sniff, and look totally bored.

Ah, bassets, they are the best!

They have become part of the couch.

Rest assured…

Oh hell, I’ll just leave it at that.

Not asleep, just resting our eyes.

Their sensitive bassetine ears are taking in every word of the play by play.

Are all bassets like that? I’ve never seen such cuddlebugs.

Yes they are all snugglelumps. And the closer to you the better. Beckham is always the first one to find a comfy spot but after some time running around, looking for toys and chewies, eating the dirt in the plants, chewing on the cushions on the back of the couch, pulling laundry out of the basket of clean, folded clothes that has not yet made it’s way to the bedroom, pulling tissue out of the bathroom trashcan, and making a few more teeth marks in Beckham’s food bowl, Fenway will also settle in for a 3rd quarter football game nap. And not next to you, but as you can see in the picture, draped on you. I love my boys!

Oh YES he did! If we could dig up Pat and double down on the Master Plan for Higher Education, a professional civil service (and the respect for it), high wages and high taxes, I’d be in heaven – except my heaven would simply be a return to life prior to prop 13.

At the “casita de Amor” a draped dog or cat is reason enough to get out of doing, well, anything. It goes something like this – I can’t (fill in the avoidable task), I’ve got a dog on me. Works EVERYTIME.