Getta loada Rickey

Here's my version of the facts: it was Lana and Sugar who were so forlorn about Bongo's absence, and I was just being a compassionate Dad. No one was grooming their faces and they looked all scruffy. We called Dawn out at the Basset Rescue Connection. At most times she is fostering anywhere between 30 and 40 basset hounds; I asked if there were any who we could foster, someone who would distract them from missing Bongo. Someone attentive and affectionate. Maybe handsome with pretty eyes and long ears. (Reaching for the stars and the moon) someone who likes eye boogers and ear wax.

Rickey. Just turned five. Adorable. So sweet and affectionate. Crazy about Sugar and desperate for Lana's approval. He lasted three days as a foster pet and we called and said he wasn't coming back. He's instantly assimilated himself into our family, he's brought us great happiness in what otherwise would have been a devastating time. He needed something, though......

He needed a full name.

So, after a little consideration:

Federico Cugat Elliott Hohman Junior

Please address all correspondence accordingly.

Here's to you, little guy.

ps. Sugar and Lana are enraged that Rickey's getting face time here in this blog, so maybe some pics of them next.