Wait, you have stairs to enable them to more easily get on the leather furniture?

The photo is really quite well-composed. With the light, it’s like a basset hound’s version of the Dutch Renaissance, which they probably slept through as well.

It’s a 1% thing…

It’s hard werk having to chase sunbeams all day. No sooner does a basset relax than he has to pick himself up and move again.

Damn, you have a design eye. Love the repetitive steps/slants in the photo. BTW I live in RI so if you want to attend Netroots Nation Providence I can put you up. I don’t have Bassets but I do have a 90lb Boxer named Hank.

M C Escher probably didn’t have bassets…

Yeah, you and the Mittster hanging on the beach out there.

Elite indeed.

THIS is more than enough.

My neighbor has a Service that comes by to pick up his dog’s poop from the property. That’s 1%! I think I’ll leave a big steamy on his lawn and see what the Service invoices him for that.

Be sure to eat a lot of corn and pimentos, and maybe a whole bunch of food dye.

Steps? A 1% thing? Good lord, dude, elevators. Try to keep up.

Whoa, I damn near forgot it was Thursday!

Lovely sweet basset boyz, as usual, and lovely composition, use of light, etc., also as usual.

Once again, thanks, to TBogg and to Wembley and Fenway.

It’s easy to see these bassets have been forced into a culture of dependency. I blame Obama.

That’s a car elevator. Regular elevators are for the 3 percent. Tom, you just need to get your puppeh pics published in a coffee table book format, or e-book.

“..they don’t really do much other than this.” Consider the lilies of the field. After all, when you come right down to it, what more do they need to do?

They do LOTS of things…they drool, they wag their tails (fenway even does a helicopter version), they eat baby carrots for snacks, they protect the alley (which involves jumping in the leather chair and barking like maniacs at any person or dog walking by), they chew on their Nylabones (okay…not very often), they “chase” the small soccer ball (okay…not so much), Wembley tosses the toys and bones around to himself in an incredibly cute way (Fenway…no), they drool (oh I said that already), they….are AWESOME Snugglers!! As Mr.Toad said…what more do they need to do?

Baby carrots? No wonder they poop so much! But you said the magic word: “Nylabones.” Where can you buy them in San Diego? Apparently, they don’t have them in the Marshall Islands, and one of my favorite dogs needs a toy she can’t chew through in an hour. I don’t trust the “wholesome” ones made of 100% organic cotton….

Apologies for pointing out some “real” things they do – they fill a very large hole in my heart that’s labrador-shaped. That young’un – he reminds me of the coldest winter in over fourteen years (when I was away at school for 6 weeks and missing my Mr., and you were selecting Maureen’s cutest off-spring to fill the hole in your family) and your travels captured our collective hopes of homeward-bounding. And you and wee-Wembley brightened the low-sprits of those engaged in the air-line travel industry, and TBogg saw fit to give us all a wee-bit of his Gal and their newest in Full-Snuggle (though descrete enough so that you can still go about your business incognito.
And their antics rally us all when we need some heart-lightening.
And they do lots of other stuff too.