Wordless Wednesday

Fred Basset Friday

Wordless Wednesday

Cuddling Hounds

Gromit & Clifford

snuggling in a warm bed on a cold morning

My New Christmas Collar

It's coming on Christmas and I have been a good boy. It's that time of year again to fa-la-la the hall and jingle bell the dogs, so today Clifford and I got new Christmas collars. (Claire already has a snazzy holiday collar, which she put on today too.) I feel so festive I don't even need any eggnog.

(And lastly, slightly over-exposed,
but Mum and Dad think I look so cute here it doesn't matter.)

Do Your Ears Flip Flop?

Fred Basset Friday

Home again, Gromit

I am home from spending the night at the veterinarian's office. It was no fun at all! Thankfully Mum and Hannah came to see me in the evening and brought me my chewed up fox skin and some blankets from my kennel. One really smelled like Mum (I think she wore it for a while), and that made me feel so much better.

I have the flu, or something funky in my tummy. They gave me antibiotics, and I have to eat a special diet for two weeks. It's so good to be home, back to chasing my brother and sister around, and attacking lame ducks who lay about on the floor.

Wordless Wednesday

Dad's Handsome Boy

 

This is a picture of me (and my sister Claire) taken back in June 2010. Both my magnificent ears and my earnestness (as we all know bigger ears indicate greater earnestness) really express themselves here. This is why Dad calls me his special handsome boy.

Today I am a sick boy. Dad brought me to the vet this morning because I wasn't well; I threw up all my kibbles in the night. All of my tests have come back clear, but I seem to have some kind of infection so I am on an intravenous antibiotic drip. They'll also be doing a barium x-ray to make sure I don't have any duck parts, ball pieces, rocks, or squirrel tails in my belly.
Mum and Dad are very sad about me being away for the night because they love the way I love them, and want me near them always. :(

Fred Basset Friday

Thinking

I spend an extraordinary amount of time thinking about things. Some people believe that Bassets are lesser thinkers, but they couldn't be more wrong. And it's not just about food; I ponder some of the world's biggest problems from glottogony, sorites paradoxes, quantum mechanics, abiogenesis, P versus NP, do perfect cuboids exist?, and no matter how often I study the Twilight series with our twelve year old I still haven't solved the Cullen primes problem of infinity.

Imagine - some people think I just snooze all day!