I’ve often dreamt of a swing like that for myself, for teevee watching and such. Chin up buckaroo!

That’s a fine memorial, TBogg.

You’re pretty much killing me here, and I *AM* getting a dog ASAP.

Take as much time as you need, my internet friend. Nobody will care.

You make thousands laugh, TBogg, and I for one am grateful for it.

Best to you and yours.

“Poop to scoop” would have been more singable…. Sorry, TBogg and family, for your loss.

This will always be my favorite basset blog post:
http://tbogg.firedoglake.com/2008/10/15/alternative-non-debate-live-blog-programming/

RIP little guy.

Oh, my – that is the most hilarious thing – laughed till I cried. Glad you posted that.

Too many favorites to name, but one that I had to share with everybody was the infamous “basset on the roof.” I’m on the mobile – can someone post a link?

[here you go]

Someone said to me a couple of years ago, “They don’t know how long. They just know how well.” And that is the truth, I believe. That looks like such a good life you gave Beckham.

You got it.

We lost Raven three years ago right on the heels of the loss of both of our parents. We put our faith in our vets and they did everything we could have asked right down to letting us know that it was time. It hammered us but we kept talking about how he lived and what he meant to us. Words are somehow hollow but I think it’s good to say them anyway.

I’m honored.

Whereupon she, as she explained to me, she clutched him to her chest and told him to “never do that again” under the mistaken notion that he would know what she was saying, much less care.

What dogs hear,
Gary Larson’s “Far Side”.

(( boggs one and all ))

Good God, Fenway is going to be your senior canine. The Dean, if you will, setting an example for the new little guy. Good luck with that.

Seriously, my condolences.

For Beckham and the Tbogg pack

Love the sling picture, and love even more how happy and happy and happy he looked on the beach. You had a good life, Beckham. We miss you.

I love the picture of Beckham on the beach in particular.

In the third one, which always slays, he’s very much the irresistible puppy with just a smidgen of “You wanna piece of me?” A characteristic that marks a survivor.

In the loving arms of the Boggs, Beckham grew into a confident and healthy dog, sure of his place in the world. (Maybe a little too sure. Heh.)

I was thinking of Beckham on and off all day, and Satch, and wondering what adventures they might be having. (Sorry, devout agnostic here. The alternative is too bleak for me.)

Today in Beckham’s memory, I donated $100 to the Humane Society of the United States for its aid to animal survivors in Haiti. Given Beckham’s precarious start in life, it seemed a fitting way to honour him.

Oh, I’m so sorry. I cried when Satchmo died, and now I’m all choked up thinking about Beckham. I’ve been through this so many times with our pets (we’re on our 3rd and 4th Bassets, and one of them is starting to fail and probably won’t be with us much longer). It never gets any easier. The only things that help are 1) remembering all they brought to your lives and 2) starting all over again with another one.

Some of my very favorite pictures of Beckham. Thanks.

Oh, and by the way:

Snarkville (population: me)

Not true. All of us here in Casa Tbogg’s electronic cabana reside in Snarkville. You, sir, are the mayor.

Tbogg,

Like you and your family, I was raised a dog person. My parents got their first dog a few years before I was born, and from that time we always had multiple dogs until I moved away at the age of 25. After their last dog died (our beloved Bailey the border collie, three months shy of age 17), my brother, sister and I tried to convince our parents to get another dog. None of lived still live at home (we had all moved out of California, actually), but we could see how much they loved having another member of the family. Finally, last year, they gave in, and rescued a Labradoodle from a family in Indio that couldn’t keep her.

I’ve been home a few times since then. I love visiting my parents, and my old room. My brother, sister, and uncle and aunt were all in town for Christmas for the first time in four years. But the hardest thing about leaving was leaving that dog. The first thing I ask my parents when I call home is “how’s my dog?” It’s impossible to put into words how much love we can have for an animal that shows us nothing but unconditional love. As for my parents, when I’m alone with dad, all he’ll talk about is how much my mom loves that dog. When I’m alone with my mom, she won’t stop talking about how much that dog means to my dad. Getting another dog is the best thing they’ve done in the last 10 years.

I live in an apartment in Chicago now, and the only reason I don’t have a dog is because I can’t devote the time and effort to that animal that it would deserve. So I live vicariously through my parents. I live vicariously through my dog owning friends. I live vicariously through you and your family. And I’m jealous of you and the next friend that you’ll take into your family and provide with the love that a dog deserves. Beckham was lucky for the six years he had with your family, and the next family member you welcome will be just as lucky.

I didn’t cry when Satchmo died, but I actually dropped a couple of tears when I saw the “2004-2010″ under Beckham’s picture. I thought of George Hrab’s “Small Wonder” right away.

I know you don’t believe in magic friends and I wouldn’t ask you to believe that Beckham was in a “better place” now, so all I can say is that I understand.
-desertscope

What a beautiful memorial to your lovely boy, Tbogg. I wasn’t around for the baby Beckham years, so it was a real treat to see the pictures now. What a sweet pup! Still thinking of you and your family. Peace.

I really had no idea how big a thing Thursday Basset Blogging had become.

Hey, it’s a must read. Well, every day is a must read, it’s just nice to see the those mopey faces every Thursday.

“I really had no idea how big a thing Thursday Basset Blogging had become.”

I have always rushed home from work on Thursday night for my basset blogging fix. Last night brought tears and hugs for my own two pups. Jenny the dachshund/beagle and Juno the shih-tzu didn’t know why Mommy was crying, but did their best to comfort me. It’s my hope that sharing the sorrow you feel with your fellow Snarkville residents makes it just a little easier for you. Thank you for sharing those special lives with us, even when it hurts.

–Shadowstalker

I second Captphealy — Dear Mr. Mayor of Snarkville,
We the residents and tourists of Snarkville mourn with you. I think we all have visions of virtual statues in the town square — Satchmo and Beckham.

My heart aches for you…and your lovely wife & daughter. Praying for Fenway’s full recovery.

df and pug

We are dog people also. We have had a truly tremendous standard poodle (he was a mountain poodle, not poodlefied), who died from a flipped stomach after a great hike. I never expected it to as heart-wrenching as it was. But, it was. Our sympathies.

Through the magic of the internet, I was blubbering at my desk (in Florida) on Thursday when I learned about the loss of Beckham, a dog I got to know from afar. I don’t think Al Gore foresaw any of this when he invented the medium.

It wasn’t just the wonderful pictures that allowed so many distant strangers to grow to love Beckham; they just helped us put a face with a name. It was the affection, exasperation, fondness — love — that always comes through when you write about the critters.

Thank you for sharing him with us.

Lord no, don’t feel pressured to do Basset Blogging — though it is one of my favorite small joys on the internet. I’m sorry about the empty house — I’ll bet that felt weird — and I hope that Fenway comes home in fine shape soon. And that the grieving is going…well, as gently as such things can go. My best to y’all,

–nash

Intensely cute and sweet. Might be ODing on the cute and sweet. Nah, more please!

tbogg, I’m not an animal person at all, but your posts make me wish I was one.

Peace, brother.

So many of my Beckham favorites in there. Bless his sweet heart.

Dear Boggs, thanks for the pics – such humor shining out of that sweet face. peace.

Wow. I’d forgotten about Beckham’s “green” period. Hilarious. It was also kinda good to see the old TBogg layout. Good times…good times.

Hope you’re all healing a bit. Nothing more from me save the echoing of Betty Cracker’s (great nom de blog) sentiment posted above…

It wasn’t just the wonderful pictures that allowed so many distant strangers to grow to love Beckham; they just helped us put a face with a name. It was the affection, exasperation, fondness — love — that always comes through when you write about the critters.

…and I didn’t check in Thursday. Not till this morning.

Crashie and Dinkers weren’t clear on why Mama was crying, but they knew their job was to lick up the tears. Which they did. And they’re 200 pound English mastiffs… and enthusiastic.

Beckham, this bath is in your honor.

Crash and Dink send their sympathies and all good wishes for Fenway’s speedy recovery.

Thanks for the photos ((TBogg)). So very sorry for your loss.

Lots and lots of well wishes for Fenway.

Awww, so sorry for your loss TBogg. I lost my beloved Buddy 10 days ago and it’s a very sad feeling to have the house empty and no poop to scoop. Hope Fenway recovers well. (((The TBogg Family)))

Sorry.

Fabulous pics. Beckham clearly had a great life with his family.

Sending positive thoughts to Fenway.

saw this link at sullys about the strays of moscow who’ve taken to taking the train:

http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/628a8500-ff1c-11de-a677-00144feab49a.html

critter pals make life worth living, that is all

Thank you.

Bassetts have the greatest eyes – so expressive.
So sorry, TBogg.

Beckham O’Basset. Thanks for reminding us. There are many of us “out here”
who tune in faithfully on Thursdays.

So sorry Beckham’s gone, and sorry for your family’s loss.

TBogg,

While my little friend lies across my left foot as I type this, I have to offer up something I heard somewhere many years ago that has helped me over the years whenever I was grieving for a dog. (paraphrasing).

The pain of inevitable loss is the price we must pay for all the years of unconditional love, companionship, loyalty, joy, happiness, and just plain fun that our dogs bring into our lives. But, it’s so worth it.

Ah, yes, green Beckham. Love that one.

Best wishes for Fenway.

I am old enough to have been raised by a Blue Tick hound in the mtns of E TN. Because of that dog I had free run from the time that I could walk. Magnificent independence. Many times today I prefer the company of dogs to people. A fault I am sure.

My partner and I are dog people,and regular fans of Basset blogging. When it came time to adopt a little brother for our beagle last year, we chose a basset rescue, one who had been abused, and in a puppy farm. Satchmo, Fenway, and dear green-chested Beckham played a huge role in our decision. I don’t know if it helps you to know that Beckham helped another little basset find a home where he is very much loved.

I love this photo. Vintage Beckham.

Ever since I read your Satch tribute years ago, you’ve been My Favorite Dog Person. Reading all the condolences is killing me, but for some reason I keep reading — and I’ve never been a comments reader. I guess this is what they’re for. It sure beats forty pages of “Rick Astley FTW” and “I saw what you did there.”

When my cat passes on (a thousand years from now! I won’t be told otherwise!) I will be returning to all your basset posts. I came for the snark, stayed for the heart.

I have come to think of the Boyz as my cyber buddies of furry joy. In tears now for the very special TBogg family – and for all of us who hold you in our hearts.

I still remember choking up over Satchmo’s passing, and it seems like just last week. I lost my Harrier named Dash last May (15-3/4 years old), and really can’t imagine losing a buddy after just 4 years. May your heart heal quickly, and good health to Fenway.

Posted this for you at BJ last night, but went and redid my password here, to be double sure you got my condolences. Bassett blogging is just the best. Now, I’ve got to take my three dogs for a walk. Thanks for all your lovely posts.

Have lived in out of the way places for years–the mountains of southwest Colorado and the bush of northern Ontario–so have always had dial up. It used to take me three quarters of an hour to download pictures of Cooder, Satchmo, Beckham and Fenway, but it was always worth every minute. No matter how down I was feeling, those boys and their antics always cheered, always put everything in perspective and always gave me hope. How bad could things get, after all, when there was such love and nonsense just over there on the California coast? I wrote a short note before, but it really didn’t convey how much you and your beloved family have meant to me over the years. Thank you so very much.

Condolences to the Bogg family and very best wishes for Fenway.

I bet you never knew how perfectly named Beck-HAM was.
His voice said, “No, No, No,” but his eyes said “Yes.”
We’ll miss you little buddy.

I really had no idea how big a thing Thursday Basset Blogging had become.

Well, this was one hell of a way to find out.
But there you have it.
I hope Fenway is dancing around your feet, and Mrs TBogg’s as well, real soon.

Sent this to Rachel Maddow at MSNBC tonight. There are just some things that should not be ignored:

I understand that there are many, many great bloggers on the web who deserve our attention, but tbogg in San Diego (where I live) needs a ‘shout out’ like nobody on the left does. He is one of our great snarkmasters, along with Sadly No! and Jesus’s General.

“Thursday night bassett blogging” has been a staple, a comfort and an expectation for many, many years. He and his fabulous wife and daughter have just lost Beckham, after losing Satchmo in 2008. Fenway goes on, God willing (at the Vet’s).

Jane Hamsher has been linking to our beloved tbogg for a long time, and without his daily snark and insight, what in the world would I do for genuine hilarity? I mean, this guy reads the stuff I cannot stand to read; every day…this is a true service.

For Satchmo, for Beckham, for all of our dear doggie friends who truly make our lives worth living and to TBOGG, MS TBOGG, and the Lovely and Talented Casey:

Love you all,
Karen

Dogs are the windows to our souls..they say our eyes are, but anyone who has ever had a dog knows differently.

How is Fenway doing?

Hey..hey…so very, very sorry about your loss. Please let us know if there is anything we can do..Love you T-Bogg family. Bob and Tammy from Maine.

Last Night

I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep.

I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.

I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,

“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here.”

I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you pour the tea,

You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.

I was with you at the shops today, Your arms were getting sore.

I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.

I was with you at my grave today, You tend it with such care.

I want to re-assure you, that I’m not lying there.

I walked with you towards the house, as you fumbled for your key.

I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said ” it’s me.”

You looked so very tired, and sank into a chair.

I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.

It’s possible for me, to be so near you everyday.

To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”

You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew…

In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.

The day is over… I smile and watch you yawning

and say “good-night, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”

And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,

I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand, side by side.

I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see.

Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.

One of my favorite pictures of Beckham is the swing.

He looks so happy getting that pedicure from daddy.

Definitely not me. Not swarthy enough.

So very sorry for your loss. You are generous to share the good times and the sorrows with strangers. Having world famous dogs is probably no comfort at times like this.