After a week of spectacular, incisive, penetrating posts, I am guessing this is pretty much how you feel right now.
Go ahead, take a three-day weekend off, you’ve earned it.
Oh, my dear – why so pensive?
Another fine photo of Fenway but then, he doesn’t take any other kind of pic. I do wonder if he’s not ready for a little plastic surgery to take care of those bags….
Oh, the soft jowls draped upon the floor… They speak to me, yes they do!
Thank you for photo, dogdad. Go put your feet up.
This is how anyone looks once one stops laughing at a TBogg post and realize that this is the world one lives in.
Only more attractive.
It’s extremely unfortunate that I clicked on TBogg_dot_Thursday_dot_Bassets_dot_com only to come face to face with the droopy rightwing face of Fred Thompson. This is not the basset image I expected.
Where’s the beef!?
Thankfully the problem was quickly remedied by scrolling down.
Whew, a face worthy of a dozen red roses. Fenway. All’s right with the world again.
Yer Doggy’s melting! I’m guessing it’s soo bad that poor widdle puddle-o-Wembley wasn’t fit for viewing or you’d risk a welfare call from the ASPCA.
And, what Suedoise said!
Actually, suedoise, that’s pretty much what my jowls do.
It’s too hot, too hot baby…
I think he’s just the prettiest shade of sunny SoCal brown!