Thursday Night Basset Blogging

As you can tell from Fluffy McBeckham, cold weather is officially here in San Diego, and by “cold weather”  we mean in the mid-to-low sixties. Brrrrr. Snow cannot be far behind or, at the very least, that “killing frost” from that Wildfire song. We’ve never had a basset quite as thick-coated as Beckham, but he’s from a breeder in Oklahoma so they must breed them hairier there or something. You know, like New York Italians. The men also.

Fenway remains sleek as a seal which would explain why he spends most of the day under the comforter at the end of the bed.

Yes. That is Fenway trying to force his way into the top shot. He’s such a camera whore.