Look like guilty dogs to me.

You missing any shoes?

Is that a keffiyeh Fenway’s wearing? Somebody call Peter King!

Somebody call Peter King!

Too bad Fenway isn’t an Irish Setter.

Definitely Fenway is a sekrit Muslim! Call out the Congressional committees!

Ah, dogs! I nearly forgot it was Thursday – so much news to try to keep up with. Luckily, I saw TBogg’s tweet that the Bassetts were up.

Pleasurable sigh at the sight of the beeyootiful boys.

(and, you mean, the L&TC is actually old enough to go into a bar? Sigh. time flies…)

West coast *smack*, obviously.

Elitists, also.

What is it about bassets and bed linen?

Let’s just caption this one Bed, Bassets and Beyond!

“Sorry for the delay, the L&T Casey and I were sitting in a sports bar drinking beverages, eating chicken wings and watching the basketball men”

So, which one of you played the part of The Wingman?

Must be another of those bone-chilling 68 degree nights in San Diego.

Looks like the kids were sneaking a look at Glenn Beck’s show while mommy and daddy “went out to dinner” and it was one of those “out to dinner” times when daddy talked funny and mommy had trouble hanging up her coat when they got home.

PUPPEHS! Fenway looks very mournful.

OK, Wembley, repeat after me “N-E-S-T-L-E-S, Nestlés tastes the very best CH-A-A-A-W-CLIT.”

(I wonder how old you have to be to get that one.)

Fenway always looks mournful. We call him Emo Dog. He has the drop the ears, make the big brown eyes even bigger and pull his head down into his body to make himself look small pose down to a freakin’ science. I’m sure this was taken while the last human at home was preparing to leave and these two can create guilt like nobody’s busines. “WHAT…you would leave us? But look how sad that makes us and we are WAY too cute to leave all alone! What could possibly be more important than staying home and petting us all day long????????? Okay…Fine…go ahead and leave and we will just go lay on the bed and be mournful. See…we are being mournful…and small…and sad and pathetic.”
Wembley, as you can see, is a very talented protegee.

I feel like Fenway looks. We were seranaded by multiple UPS systems when the electricity went out ~1:45 an – 3:00 am.

I need a nap (more than usual.)

Don’t know — I’m 60 and got it immediately.

Another Paul Winchell/Jerry Mahoney classic (back when the performers used to do the adverts live in the middle of the show), IIRC.

Now, what game is this?
Peek-a-what? Oh, holy shit.
Just leave us alone.

I believe that requires a “basset-jaws-snapping-shut” sound effect after “CH-A-A-A-W-CLIT!”

MY L&T soccer player thinks the dogs are off the cute scale. It’s a shared smile every week when we see the boyz.

Wembley is fooling nobody. He is only pretending to look sad and can barely manage it.

His look is all “Hey Fen, when are the parents leaving so we can partay!” and Fenway is all “DON’T LEAVE ME ALONE WITH THIS CLOWN YOU BROUGHT HOME A YEAR AGO!”

Ohmygawd, is Wembley the reincarnation of Farfel?

(Or was he a dachsund? Or sort of generic puppet dog…)
And yes, I’m 61, but those ads ran a long time on Saturday morning tv — my ex, who’s 52, remembers them well, also.

Always makes me happy when it’s Basset blog day, even if I am a day late. The boys are mournfully gorgeous, as almost always.