He was always kinda big for a puppy…. Love those wrinkly legs.
Sigh. Sunday Night Puppy Blogging is back! Or, was that a hint that we must settle for only Thursday night basset blogging now that Wembley is almost grown up?
Anyway, welcome back all!
You only say he’s getting kinda big to be called a puppy because you’re in denial about what those feets portend.
WEMBZILLA, that’s what.
Stamp, there goes downtown L.A.! Stomp, hastalavista, Cleveland!!
Good thing he’s basically a peaceful boy.
His legs are still wrinkly though.
Yeah. He still needs to pull his socks up.
His paws are waiting for the rest of him to catch up.
He was always kinda big for a puppy…. Love those wrinkly legs.
Sigh. Sunday Night Puppy Blogging is back! Or, was that a hint that we must settle for only Thursday night basset blogging now that Wembley is almost grown up?
Anyway, welcome back all!
He’s still got those adorable oversize Tyrannosaurus toes…
Love the orange eyebrows!
Wembley may be growing, but he’s still
very puppy-like, and if this continues, TBogg will have to keep Sunday Night Puppy blogging going forever! Yay!
(Wembley looks as though he’s about to growl, howl, or whistle a tune in that pic.)
I was just about to comment on the Jurassic Park feet. TBogg, when they assembled Wembley, you sure all the parts came out of the same box?
He’s the Basset Pete Maravich. Soon he’ll be throwing behind the back chew toy passes to Fenway
Are you sure he doesn’t have opposable thumbs?
They’re always puppies….
FEETZ!
Ahem.
How’d u get all teh sand off him, ears, between hiz toes and in all the wrinkles?
Ahhh. Those ears…
As my people say, “Shanah punim!”
‘Look, dad, I’m almost grown up!’ (while doing his best to look dignified and adult)
Those ears almost make it to the ground. You sure he isn’t part Gungan?
Pull up your britches, young man! Aw, Wembley is so handsome!
He is getting big, isn’t he? That’s a sign you need (Need) another puppy. Who will Wembley be the big brother to, if you don’t get another puppy?
You only say he’s getting kinda big to be called a puppy because you’re in denial about what those feets portend.
WEMBZILLA, that’s what.
Stamp, there goes downtown L.A.! Stomp, hastalavista, Cleveland!!
Good thing he’s basically a peaceful boy.
But I’d start baking up those 5-foot-long tranquillizer-laced homemade biccies now. Remember, Godzilla had only 2 feet….