Wembley’s got his jar-jar ears on in that top picture.

Watching hummingbirds is very tiring work.

“It’s nothing like the Alfred Hitchcock version”

You know who else watched hummingbirds on the porch?!

Hitler also.

Pol Pot. Too.

So cute and a perfect opportunity to put sunglasses on them and turn them into the Blues Brothers.

Ahhhhhhh. I needed that.

Thanks, boyz.

We met a neighborhood basset today in PDX, name of Bugsy Seigel. As Patrick said, if Wembley and Fenway got gay-married, their bebbeh would look like Bugsy.

Good to see there’s an actual purpose to the lovely hummingbird.

TBogg, if you ever photograph them watching a tennis match, can we get video?

Two bassets looking left, right, left, right, left, right, in unison would be awesome.

If you cropped the top picture just to their heads, it would like like a canine version of Janus. And I flop, too, after watching hummers, so there.

You mean they’re not the pampered hounds at some small, quaint Mediterranean villa?

Wembly is the personfication (caninificaion?) of reserved dignity.

Wembley is growing up so fast! And, Fenway has the most soulful eyes ever.

watching hummingbirds
bassets succumb to gravity
Fenway’s still wary

Two dogs, a few birds…
Oh snap! Did you just see that?
Oh well, nevermind.

Wembley: It’s 2100 miles to Chicago, we got a full tank of gas, half a pack of cigarettes, it’s dark, and we’re wearing sunglasses.

Fenway: Hit it.

lookin’ at some talent there…thank you

lookin’ at some talent again…thank you