Mainly, they sleep

We  were having a discussion the other night (and by “we” I mean mrs TBogg and myself, not the dogs who rarely have anything interesting to add to the conversation) about the fact that the there is so much less hair that needs to be vacuumed up in this post-Beckham era that we are living [...]

During the day, when we are at work, Wembley knows that he needs to do his pooping on puppy pads by the front door where, even if he misses, the floor is marble and thus easy to clean up (Yay Swiffer!). Unfortunately, when  I get home at night, he gets very excited, storms the front [...]

Bassets at rest and at play. Wembley has been losing teeth all over the place but, as you can see, he has plenty of others. I’m not sure what is up with Fenway’s put-upon look in the top picture.

Since it is quiet (too quiet) out there with nothing to blog about, here is your Sunday Night Wembley picture so I can move on and go do something more productive like, well, anything:

Wembley will be five months old this coming Tuesday and he is a well proportioned five-month-old at twenty-nine pounds. He’s gonna be a big’un. Double click him to embig’un him yourself.

Since I’m going out for the evening, consider this my Uncle Don post: (Cameo appearance by Fenway and his very active tail.)

Hi. Basset posts will probably be later going forward  what with the time change and the nice(r) weather which allows us to take the boys for a walk around the bay in the evenings. Fenway had a close encounter of the possum kind the other night when I took him out. Moonless and dark as [...]

Reporting here from earthquake-torn San Diego… Well, Earth shook us like an English nanny today causing Mrs TBogg to leap and grab the flatscreen so that it didn’t fall and crush the dogs, Fenway to jump up on the back of the love seat and bark out the window, and Wembley…. to do nothing. Since [...]