“[D]ogs who smell like Fritos…”

What is it with dogs and Fritos? My dog smells like ‘em, too, and I know he never gets any of ‘em to eat, because we don’t have ‘em in the house.

Nice cameo appearance by Mrs. T., by the way.

The mystery of Frito Feet explained: (link)

Aaaaaw! So sweet and cute. And, I don’t think you posted these before, but even if you have, who cares? So cute, worth posting twice!

Nope, these haven’t been posted before. I think I’d remember Wembley peering over the couch as if he’s drawing a line in the sand or making his own Berlin Wall, the other side of which holds everything he holds dear and you ain’t gettin’ any Mrs. TBogg is mine, do we understand each other?

Or he’s all, I’m BOOOOOOOOOOOORED and feeeeeeeeeed me.

Isn’t it exciting how Internet people can manufacture stories about dogs they have no contact with?

The second pic we’ve seen a million times, just not that one. If you get my drift.

I don’t remember these either, and they’re wonderful. You needn’t be so defensive; this isn’t exactly a tough room.

TBogg, should you add a third dog, may I suggest the name…Latos.

Heh heh.

NBP (never been posted)
I have the box set of Mrs. TBogg.
Hey Girl, you are looking fetching (aside: as always)
Exeunt

Love the water bowl.

Science!

Thank you for that.

Nope, new to me, too. Lurv ‘em, anyway. Top, Wembley with that expression (pose, similar to a fave position of one of my cats – back feet and butt on shoulder, the rest on sofa back), and Fenway snuggled up lower down. Awww.
Bottom – Wembley with his nose in Fenway’s folded up ear…awwwwww.

Plus, like captphealy said – science! Frito feet explained!

I identify with Mrs. T.’s slippers. (You need them in 113 degree heat?) And with her pretty glass of wine.

So many ears, and so little time–I would be an uncontrollable ear petter in that house.

The return of Mrs. TBogg!

Wembley doesn’t seem to have any reservations about his position on the sofa, Mrs. T has the same hand-on position I reserve for my occasionally over-stimulated 2 year old!

I see Mrs. T has opted for an amusing red to go with Basset Butt.

Don’t you get a little nervous posting pix of the kids on the web with guys like O’Keefe running around out there?

B-R-L-F-Q spells Mom and Dad.

MRS. TBOGG WILL NEVER BE IN DANGER! TEH GUARDIANS HAZ HER SAFE!

What wine goes best with Bassets?

O, a glass of wine,
a loafing basset buddy,
and thou. Let it be.

Perhaps it’s just that Fritos smell like dog feets.

This is a really good day. First, Tbogg posted the boyz early today. Second, I find out I’m posterity. Man, this is, like, big. I mean, Big.

Thank you, Mr. Bogg, for the fabulous pix (why am I craving Fritos and red wine at 3:00 in the afternoon?). And thank you to your usual brilliant commenters for the science.

Happiness is a warm puppy.

Love the dog pics. Nothing goes better with bassets than a good red wine…

Also, off-topic — Bolton has mentioned to the National Review online that he’s thinking about running for president in 2012. Wonder how excited Pammy will be??? Cartwheels? Cartwheels with tears of joy? Or maybe just an excited but overly long and rambling video that makes me want to bang my head against the keyboard? (Yeah, I’m betting on that last one too.)

I love this!

You have a gift, heydave. Thx.

Has Mrs. TBogg been practicing her Ann Althouse impression there?

..happiness is a warm pup, Ruff Ruff, poop poop….