Dogs are creatures of habit and precision. How they can possibly know it’s 4:02 is beyond me, but they do.

The first photo reminds me of shots of Beckham chewing on Satchmo’s ears. I don’t know why exactly. It’s not as if Wembley is even close to being this, for example.

Sounds to me like Wembley is rather gentlemanly about his request for walkies. My dachsobeagle Sam, on the other hand, prefers the more direct, ice-cold-nose-in-the-small-of-the-back method, followed by pathetic whining and squealing.

Love those boys.

Aw, there are the beautiful basset boys! Thanks, T, for being so good to them (and us).

That brings back memories. I was owned by a dachshund for about 15 years and her preferred nightly pee time was 2:35. If I didn’t get up immediately, she’d start to howl. Ah, good times…

4AM?!? Damn, but you must love those dogs. If my dog wakes me up before 6AM we usually have an impromptu snuggle on the couch until a more humane hour makes its appearance. This time of year here in Vermont you can’t see shit (literally) until 7 anyway.

dogs’

Yes you are!

Better.

Yes, and we love you for it.

(And most of us are similar; for example, I am typing with forearms raised and arched extra high, in order to type over the heads of two cats snuggled on my lap between me and the laptop.) IOW, we understand.

of course, fbogg, you must realize who the backup bitch is, don’t you?

Go read this, I promise it will make you feel better:

http://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/11/dogs-dont-understand-basic-concepts.html

Anyone with a dog can relate to it.

Haha! Mine’s found a new way of licking his chops. It’s very noisy and goes on and on and on. Silly dogs!

They have us well-trained.

Dog #1 jumps on the bed at 5:05, snoozes for an hour (maybe), then pushes her paw into the back of my neck (hard and repeatedly) until I get up with all 3 dogs, leaving my husband in bed. After breakfast, dog #2 runs back upstairs, jumps on the bed, and paws at my husband until he gets up. Best alarm clocks ever. (Dog #3, thank goodness, is polite and patient – or maybe he’s just lazy and lets the other 2 do his dirty work.)

When a cat sticks her tongue in your mouth, you wake up pretty quickly! Since she’s discovered how effective that is, I’m having a hard time getting her to stop. See: cats, independence, etc.

Also, a little pedantry: Hens “lay” eggs, then “set” on them. People “lie” abed and “sit” on chairs. I had to learn that growing up in Mississippi to keep from sounding like the rest of my classmates.

No consolation, I’m sure, but I am jealous.

My mom use to tell the story about how, when I was boy going to elementary school, our dog use to climb up into a chair that faced out our living room window every school day at the same time looking for me to come home and take him for a walk. It was uncanny.

Ah, yes, the clicking on the hardwood. Every morning one of our Ridgebacks, Simba, follows my wife around as she gets dressed, and in so doing performs an acoustic percussion recital: nails on the floor, tail whacking the space heater, tail whacking the footboard of the bed, clicking, tail whacking the door. She’s the Buddy Rich (or do I mean Savion Glover) of dogs.

When a cat sticks her tongue in your mouth,

I draw the line at cats.

Gotta ask – are you snoring? Or does she pry your mouth open first?

Re: grammar: kudos, I am a grammar cop myself. Your rationale was excellent.
(Thank dawg my cats haven’t thought of this one)

Every morning one of our Ridgebacks, Simba, follows my wife around as she gets dressed, and in so doing performs an acoustic percussion recital: nails on the floor, tail whacking the space heater, tail whacking the footboard of the bed, clicking, tail whacking the door. She’s the Buddy Rich (or do I mean Savion Glover) of dogs.

You should send a recording to smoothjazz.

Where’s heydave’s haiku??? Basset blogging isn’t complete without it!!

They are so beautiful in these photos–thank you for sharing!