The relatives aren’t here yet. Everything’s ready except for stuff Mrs. captphealy has informed me I SHOULD NOT TOUCH!!!

Thanks for the Hour of Glower retrospective. Happy Thanksgiving to all of the TBogganeers.

I was told my presence is not needed in the kitchen so with a little free time, went online and found Krugman saying this:

Well, I’ve been told that thanks to the other family members present, my presence in the kitchen is not required, in fact is strongly discouraged. So, some odds and ends relating to previous posts.

We’re all basically in the same Ship of Geeks.

Edit: I think the protocol here is that we’re all supposed to say “Hi Paul!”. But no crosstalk.

The second pic with the paws askew is one my favourites.

I don’t recall the Grateful Dead Stoner Fan pic and it is awesome.

Love the picket fence pic, too.

Hell they are all good and show Wembley’s journey to being the dapper, slightly snobby-looking gentleman he is today. With a touch of Beckham’s ghost.

Happy 3 Wembles! And Happy American Thanksgiving. We Canadians have already celebrated ours, and it’s a much less holidayish occasion than yours which isn’t fair at all.

I like the stoner Wembley because he looks like he’s wearing a little purple hat.

As for Thanksgiving, we Canadians are ahead of you on that as well. Just another wet November day here in B.C.

It was ten years ago today that we brought our little Jenny Furr home from the pound to run our household and eat food. Happy Third, Master Wembley, and Happy Thanksgiving to the Boggs! As long as we have pups, we know we are thankful.

So Wembley turned 21 in human years. Does that mean he’s allowed to drink now? Is he going to drink Coors or a good craft beer? Is he going to drink white wine like all liberals or is he going to dip his tongue into the strong Wild Turkey stuff? Inquiring minds want to know.

Also for the Canadians showing off about them being ahead of us. I will have you know that we had a Democratic president fight for this 4th Thursday in November be Thanksgiving. Being the nanny stater that he was, FDR just knew we needed the extra days for Christmas shopping.
One last thing, at least we have a national bird which is a bird of prey. You guys are still deciding whether your bird should be a loon or a Canadian Goose which doesn’t even like Canada enough to stay there year around. We are ahead in all that really matters. USA USA Foam Finger #1!
Happy Thanksgiving to all at Casa Bogg.

Arthur and I remember every single minute very well. Such a GOOD BOY.

He’s such a beautiful, funny boy. I love how he’s had the same look on his face since he was a pup.

And my favorite pic ever is Wembley under Fenway by the flowers.

The big Fenway, little Wembley shot may be the greatest basset photo of all time.

Also, too: Teblood tonight!

Wembly!

Hard to believe it’s been three years. He’s grown into such a handsome young lad.

Three years! Amazing how time doth fly.

And a lovely album. I don’t remember the stoner Wembley pic either. As to faves, it’s a tie between poorly-assembled puppy Wembly, and Wembly under Fenway by-the-picket fence. Both faboo pickchers.

Love ya Wembles, you lucky little bassett, and all of you TBoggs.

(yes, I swore off the ‘puter today, but what can I say, haddacheck out Thurs night Basset Blogging.

@ # 10….

Heh… Coach Dungy just called for Tebow to start the second half…please let this come pass….into the turf.

Are the Bassets interested in current affairs? Jill of the Twins got a Medal from General Petraeus himself. Or do they, the bassets watch tee vee instead? Do they watch football? I am just trying to make conversation.

I have a cat.

I have a cat.

Please feel free to come by Pull Up Your Cat on Sundays; successor to Caturday, established by our late friend Southern Dragon as a place for cat-owned people to discuss their lords and masters without bothering people who are owned by dogs or otherwise less fond of the kittehs.

The name is a play on Saturday’s Pull Up a Chair; after SD gave up Caturday, we who rotate the successor cat post didn’t feel we could continue the name. But all kitteh people…actually all animal lovers – are welcome. As long as you refrain from hating on cats, feel free to drop by any time on Sundays.

Heh!

There’s a big black lop-eared bunny staring at me right now that is Wembley’s equivalent in the “haven’t-changed-since-I-was-a kid department” look, but, he (the bunny) knows he’s full of it ‘cuz he grew up under a chicken coop and when the bad pet owners whoevers’ kids got tired of their Easter bunny ‘gift’ and left him at the local animal shelter (in a box/at night) and, because there was no room at the inn, the decision was made to gas the guy we took him in to join the other 15+ little critters that had been penciled in for a similar fate.

We all huddled around the teevee tonight hoping to see JuiceBox Jesus play some of the feetsballs but…..

Thanks T for continuing to blog on thru and thanks to all T’s weird little internet friends* for being weird little internet friends….

*Don’t know where ChrisVosburg is lately but hope all is ok….

Woof woof woof woof woof! Poop on rug! Eat! Woof!

(Aka: A Day in the Life of Wembley)

I have a life, it’s just that it’s sometimes more tedious than visiting Casa de Bogg. So, since my husband was inconsiderate enough to have his birthday fall on Thanksgiving Day this year so I had to do the birthday cake thing in addition to all that regular American thanksgiving food, I’m still trying to get the kitchen cleaned up. The “party” wound down when the three year old crapped his pants and announced “Thanksgiving is over!” and his parents carted him off to home for sweet dreams fueled by too much turkey and sparkling apple cider and a nice hunk of grandpa’s birthday cake.

It’s like having a dog, except the kid makes bigger messes. So what a lovely KP duty break to see the Wembley retrospective. That Big Fenway/Little Wembley by the picket fence just always makes my day better. Thanks to Tbogg for the post, and to Mrs. Tbogg for letting him come out to play with his weird little internet friends on a holiday.

I had to do the birthday cake thing

Jumping out of the cake?

Yay for Wembley! Best thing I’ve seen all day; maybe all week!

Woah. THREE years!?! On the one hand, not thinking of dawgs, it seems more like it was about ten years with all the life that’s happened. On the other, I shake my head as it only seems you got him last spring. Maybe I need to start getting stoned again so I can keep my perspective from getting so fucked.

If Wembley could talk, he would sound just like Droopy Dawg, my old cartoon hero. Those first photos where his paws looked as big as platters still crack me up, and I wish I could feel one of those long, wide ears. They look like velvet.

Happy birthday, sweetums! You and your canine brother have many adoring fans across the country!

Aw, what a sweet baby to handsome boy you have there. Happy Birthday, Wembley!

And a belated happy thanksgiving weekend to the bassetts and their humans.

Happy Holidays!

Those EARS! Love those Wembley ears. And no, your vet must be mistaken. He cannot be 3…

The shot of Wembley and Fenway just hangin’ is way too cool. And “Beach Blanket Wembley” appears slightly miffed at being shadowed by the paparazzi while simply trying to enjoy a day at the beach. “Give my sentiments to your editor…”

Mr. Wembley is a most sophisticated birthday boy.

All Wembley needs is a top hat and a cane. Chic.

Wasn’t Wembley’s adoption quite the adventure for the TBogg family?

(cutest mugshot ever)

Yes. Mrs TBogg was stuck inside of State College with Snowpocalypse Blues again. Then he was almost too big to go into the plane cabin.

Sorry I missed your question, it was a busy night. No, no jumping out of the cake. My husband is 70, and ours is not a May-December marriage. At my age, baking is the nicest thing I could do.