I’m pretty much thinking if the dogs have that nice of a bed, you and Mrs. T must have one of those half-acre, princess-and-the-pea deals.

Synchronized bedfellows.

So adorable.

Thanks for the double shot this week.

Excuuuuse me, Mr Bogg. May I remind you that you have devoted followers scattered to the Farflung Corners of the Globe, not just in the good ol’ US of A.? And not all of us are that convinced that throwing off the Yoke of British Imperialism was such a good thing for the rest of us. After all, Canada didn’t and they are much nicer people (as a country).Happy Canada Day.

Link

It is, of course, an utterly meaningless and empty gesture since Obama didn’t ask Andrew Cuomo to marry him when asked about gay marriage.

It’s gonna be 117F in Feenix today. Can I haz staycation? Going outside will kill me.

Hey T

Looks like Mrs T hacked into your blog again

Oh. Okay, then.

The Youngest Biscuitbarrel (all six-foot-three and counting) is on a 24-hour break from his camp-counseling job. I had just washed and folded the bulging sack of manky, muddy stuff he’d brought home, and thought I’d treat myself to a little Tbogg…

But if you say so, Sir, I will obey.

Ah, the Fourth of July is my favorite holiday. And it’s important we keep in mind what the holiday is all about. It’s about Jesus. And guns. And how Jesus defended us from the unholy muslin gun-snatchers, also, when George Washington Reagan rode his dinosaur across fly-over America to remind us that gay marriage brought down the Roman Empire, just like Hitler, too.

Best,

Sarah Palin

p.s. Also, too, to honor our great Founding Fathers and their never give up attitude, I quit my governor’s job on The Fourth by golly…

That is a great basset picture. They both are holding their heads at the same angle, the composition is good, the color pallet is all basset except for the splash of blue in the center. A classic of the oeuvre.

OK, I’ll go outside. But I won’t like it.

Hey, I’ve been outside. I’ve pulled weeds, watered, done some domestic engineering, and currently can be found enjoying wifi, Giants v. Tigers and IPA at the Rubicon (20th & Capital for all you Sacto’rs!)

My report -it’s hot. Work early, rest and keep the fluids flowing.

And a tip-o-the-hat for our devotion to this flawed work in progress of America. It takes all kinds to make this crazy world go ’round. You, Me, and the rest of us.

And to GWPDA; Yeah, me, too. It’s 101 outside. I was out this am doing various kinds of tasks that took me in and out; even let the cats come and hang out with me on the patio (and took some pix of them, even! I haz been inspired!)
Last night, after work, I went swimming with a new acquaintance, who’s a competitive swimmer even as a “senior”. Usually, I swim a little, splash around a lot, swim a little more, lounge by the pool awhile, get back in and cool off…you get the picture. A power swimmer I am not.
She is. I’m exhausted today! And I did some breast-stroking, which I forgot hurts my neck, so now, surprise, my neck hurts.
I’m stayin’ in the a/c. Tomorrow in the am, when it’s only 87 or so, I’ll go outside again.
Right now, I’m enjoying me some lovely bassett pictures.

But, but, but… Those puppehs look SOOO sad, and afraid that they’ll be left alone all weekend… Never fear, pups. Even if TBogg has told us to go away and pay no attention to you your die-hard fans will be here. (And yeah, just like laurastrand some of us have already pulled weeds, foliage fed the plants, and even done some [GASP] work.) We understand that the TBoggs need the weekend off, but leaving us with sad-faced puppehs was just cruel…

The dogs will still be waiting for you when you come back Monday night.

As long as you sic ‘em on Walter Russell Mead when you get back, I’m okay with that.

Shouldn’t these dogs be wearing Uncle Sam hats or something?

And a Happy Independence Day to all you all, too!
Going to wave at my grandson as he passes by on his preschool float, snack on fresh veggies while my dear one grills ribs and my son makes fresh peach ice cream. Then off to share the 33rd annual neighborhood feast of friendship and food.
Dogs are always welcome, each family has at least one.

That is the best picture I’ve ever seen of both your boys. It could be a hallmark card.

Its 10:03 and already 87 out. 102 is the forecast. And the roads and banquetts are holding the heat from yesterday. fork.

“Still Life With Bassets”
I believe I’ve seen this hanging in the Getty.

And the roads and banquetts are holding the heat from yesterday.

My report: Low 70′s here in HippyTownUSA (Go Hippies! Go!), but after 10 joyful years in Tucson I’m still dissipating enough excess heat that snakes curl up in my footprints.

I miss Tucson’s fireworks display catching A Mountain on fire each and every Fourth of July! Beers in hand, we’d yell, from atop the house, “Burn muthafucka, burn”, knowing next year there’d be a big debate as to whether the mountain should be burned again. It always was, and I’d suppose it still is, because great patriotic customs, like teabags dangling from your tri-cornered hat, are hard to toss aside….

Oakland: 80+ F (for those in the know, this is really hot for SFBA). Cloudless. Beautiful.

For the record, I put on a pretty sundress and got seriously hammered at a tiki bar. USA! USA!

I shall paint the house
Then, as a patriot would,
I’ll go get fucked up!

Where are the photos?
I’m hoping for a sun dress
With an umbrella!

got seriously hammered at a tiki bar

Heh!

As in “everyday Althouse hammered” or something more specialeristicshh?

TBogg, TBogg! There’s a really sweet article on the Seattle Times website about a couple and their bassets. http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/living/2015503453_bassethounds04.html

The Seattle Times link just went up on my Facebook page.

I just got Maggie and Molokai back from the doggie hotel, where they were petted and pampered, and Molokai had a brief summer romance with a fetching Westie. They seem quite happy indeed.

A Happy 4th to all of the Tboggs and their commenters/fans.

Oh, my. I just read the link to the basset couple story. Their bassets don’t sound like the Bogg bassets; “grabbed a sandwich out of my hand,”, “raced through the scotch broom,” etc., etc. Or perhaps our beloved-by-long-distance boyz are just spoiled? (ducking)

Yes, they are spoiled…just not spoiled rotten!

Goddamn it!! I went outside and when I come back you guys are all in here talking about wife-rape and shit upstairs. I will never believe you again!!!

The boys–so cute!