Butch and Sundance: The Surly Days.

Awwww. A basset and his basset.

Have you been keeping Fenway up late? His eyes look awfully bloodshot.

Or maybe I’m just projecting. Sigh.

Lurve, lurve, lurve your boyz. Along with the mineros chilenos, they are the only good news this week. Sweeties.

Wembley is just sulking magnificently, isn’t he?

Oh, my…. They look like they’re in “Let’s take the TBoggs for a walk” mode. We have several dogs in the neighborhood who take their servants for walks…

ON EDIT — You’re not trying to deal with that pair alone, are you?

Are they hunting wepublicans?

Ah, the rare six-legged pushme-pullyou basset in a classic U-shaped pose.

Definitely look like they’re angling for a walk. I know that stance and expression all too well.

Just look at the glamour of those ears–such beautiful boys.

This must be the pre-Halloween edition of the Skulking Hounds. Cue unearthly Baskervilles howl.

This is almost a Beckham-Satch moment.

One of these days you’re gonna have to make a TNBB Calendar.

Two beautiful hounds.

Whaddya wanna do tonight, Marty?

I dunno. Whaddya wanna do tonight?

Holy cow has Wembley grown! Magnificent pair, they are.

You talkin’ to me?
Hey boss, he’s talkin’ to you!
Bring it on, lil’ bitch!

Seriously.

You can do it for a good cause. Us.