This is Wembley’s feed me/take me for a walk/pay attention to me, goddamit look.
Thursday Night Basset Blogging |
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| By: TBogg Thursday June 30, 2011 5:27 pm | |
Thursday Night Basset Blogging |
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| By: TBogg Thursday June 30, 2011 5:27 pm | |
You’d be fools to resist.
Pretty boy! Shaggy leg skin!
Actually all his skin seems kind of loose.
Awwww, you’re reading in that godammit, I’m sure. That’s his I’m-a-sweety-pie face!
Whatevver…just glad to see the handsome Wembley tonight. Soothes my soul, somehow.
RESISTANCE IS USELESS!!!![/Vogon]
This is definitely my new favorite picture of the Dark Lord of Bassetdom. It’s even better than last week’s Elizabethan portrait, which put the “ruff” in…., well, “Ruff!”
I would feed Wembley, take Wembley for a walk, and pay attention to Wembley.
In short, that face could make me do anything.
Speaking of irresistible dogs, Loukanikos, the “riot dog” of Greece ranks right up there.
As my mother used to say (in the most loving way possible), “bit of a shitbird, isn’t he?”
Are you saying resistance is fooltile?
I see comments that seem to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY.
If it is your birthday, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
If not, here are best wishes to store up for when you need them.
The husky across the street was quietly watching the deer cross when I noticed him. He just stood, stock still, watching. The deer didn’t seem to care about who was around, just picking their way slowly along … until the golden retriever next door spied them and started awoof-awoofwoofwoof-ing, and off they went, bounding like antelope. Still, the husky boy was like a statue. After awhile, his human came out to watch the sunset, and I went over to say hi and tell her what a good boy her husky was, never heard a sound out of him. I got about five feet away and he went down on his front paws and then started trying to climb/eat/rassle with me, all he wanted to do WAS PLAY, C’MON NEIGHBOR GUY, PLAY PLAY PLAY, ain’t it GREAT to be a DOG? OM NOM LICK NOM LICK NOM PLAY PLAY PLAY.
I went back home covered with spit and dog hair. Must be a Thursday thing.
Gaia in heaven, I love the four-footed creatures of this world. Most of ‘em, anyway.
He’s not glowering in this shot — does he only do that when he vants to be left alone?
I think it’s a combination — “Look at me! I’m so sweet! Love me! Love me! LOVE ME!!!!”
You’ve taken a lot of great pictures of Wembley – this is the best ever. (He does seem to be pleading.) Adorable.
Second to this and the rest of the comments. Maybe it’s just gravities effects on Wembles eyes that gives him the glowering look. Just needed a shot from his good side, up.
Being unable to reach thru the screen and hug and pet young Wembley, I haz made Arthur stay put so I could hug and pet him.
Looks more like an “I’ve got poop, and I know how to use it.” look to me.
Beautiful texture in your photos. What kind of camera are you using?
I would also like to reach through the screen and hug and pet Arthur. He is darling and has the bestest little ears for scritching!
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh! Arthur! She liked teh ded pidgeon puree u made for Fenway!
This is the first shot I’ve seen of Wembley that doesn’t look like he thinks it’s time somebody needs to die. I believe it’s a trick of perspective.
I’ve seen that look many, many times–on Maggie. Just confirms my theory that they all go to school to learn how to effectively manipulate humans.
Wembley definitely has the Power of the Cute going on.