Monday, August 28, 2006
All I want for Christmas- don't tell Dodson whatever you do
and I'm not RIDICULOUS- I don't need the whole box or anything
ps already busted - he says fine only he quits work and stays home and runs a kennel.
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Rickey has asked for some airtime

i know I usually do the "grr grrr grr grrr" thing but I really felt I had to articulately address the ongoing difficulty I am having with an unnamed member of my family. This person constantly taunts me and points out how much smarter she I mean they are than I am. And that being a lemon basset is better than being tri (practically quadra!) colored! First, I don't believe it, and I really don't appreciate it. She I mean they act all different and fake nice when my Papas are around. Sigh. Someone tell her to be for real nice to me. And not to call me fartbox anymore. sigh.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
I am SICK of people saying this blog isn't hip



I try to be as current as the next guy, as long as the next guy is Adolph Zukor.
Lana has been especially mean to Rickey of late. Yesterday lil Rick was crying and I asked him what was up- he told me that Lana told him he was a box of farts and he was practically inconsolable. She is witty, I will give you that. He is a cute little box of farts.
Friday, August 18, 2006
Hey, you know who I miss tonight?

Look at that handsome man. did I ever tell you that he was quite good company (and an outstanding kisser)? I got all sad when I first saw this picture tonight, cuz I miss him so much. then it was kinda fun seeing him. He doted on me every day, he just really liked me and nobody really likes me all the time. Except my Bongo. Hope you're likin me from afar as much as I'm loving you from down here li'l bud. Sweet dreams til we meet again; sonny boy.
Friday, August 11, 2006
wine is fine, but

candy is dandy; no, wait, i meant something else entirely. rickey is very upset about tori being cheated out of her inheritance. he says, and I quote, "grrrrrrrrr' (how do I know that Poppa won't get mad at me and cut me off from my deserved inheritance).
you got nothin to worry about lil guy. sigh. but maybe we'll go for mornin walk on mapleton and you can loaf at the driveway of casa candy.
Wednesday, August 09, 2006
Thursday, August 03, 2006
getta loada Pancho

how cute is this guy. He belongs to my friends Sylvie and Steve and their family. he's one year old. he hasn't met the triplets yet. we're hoping to get that set up, it took long enough to get a pic of this adorable guy. also I could be mistaken but Pancho appears to be about 45% the size of lanaynez "camryn manheim" hohman. only an in-person visit will tell.
hi pancho, you are adorable and llook like you are a shenanigans-maker. I'm told his favorite treats are expensive items of clothing. shenanigans-maker.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
When I was nine

I met my first basset hound. This was our family's dog, Napoleon. Circa 1967. He was a sweet boy who lived to be about twelve. He was my first big crush. He wasn't as good of a kisser as Bongo. But then, who could be? This photo was taken in my grandparent's back yard, dunno who the other dog is. click on the photo and you'll get a good look at the boy.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Please don't look at me that way
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Sunday, July 09, 2006
Lana follows that last one up

everyone is all hot on how cute my brother is. well, let me tell you, he is a total idiot. he can't even speak English and everyone wets their pants every time he cuts a fart like he just did algebra or something. I have just about had it. Two weeks locked away in the mountains with someone dumber than a post was almost more than I could handle. And it's pathetic the way my Papas fawn all over him in that sing-songy way, "Rickey Bear" this, "Rickey Bear" that. "Sickening Bear" is more like it. Anyway, i hear Dad coming, gotta go. Lates.
Bongo really enjoyed Big Sur

he liked to just lay on the couch and look at the ocean. sweet lil guy.
i'm not saying that I'm not nuts, but fyi: the living room was painted while we were on vacation and everything and everyone had to go out of the room. And Bongo had never been to Big Sur before. And he is all happy because he thought he'd never go on another vacation with us. silly dog.
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