A Vet in the House! HORRIBLE!

Well, Mom has been accepted to vet school. I can hardly believe it. This is going to be bad, I just know it. She starts in late August so we only have the rest of the summer with her before she's gone 5 days a week learning how to make us angry. What is wrong with people!? They claim to love animals but they go to school to be a (glup) VETERINARIAN!!! How disappointing.....

I'll let you know how things progress. Until then, keep us in your thoughts..... ((sigh))

A CAT!

I mean really, besides chasing them around the backyard are cats really good for anything? I told my people they could get a cat if they let me bark at it and sniff it and give it a hard time, BUT NO!! They let this precious kitty live up stairs and I can't even eat its food or play in its poop box! Poop box, what a concept. You may think this is the worst it gets, but wait until you hear this...okay ready, they are getting another one. They think it's too lonely. I said, "Hey if you want it to have some company send the little dear down here, we'll show her a great time".
It's a travesty.
I guess I just needed to get this off of my chest. I know my people are good people, but they sometimes act so strangely. I guess that’s why I’m here. Someone has to talk some sense into them. I’ll let you know how it goes.
Until next time

Yours truly,

Thelonious

They Tell Me I'm to be Boarded!

Well it seems that my people are taking off for a fun filled holiday without me or my little brother Django. We have never been left alone for more than a few hours and I am not too excited about being left behind. Mom says dogs don't go on honeymoons, but I say why not? We got to go to the Grand Canyon for New Years, what's so different about a honeymoon? But, apparently there is no talking them out of this horrible mistake. They tell me I get to stay at a doggie hotel. It's really just a kennel at the Vet's office where our Mom works and I've been there before. They put you in tubs there and wash you, they cut your nails, they stick you with needles and even cut off the lumps you've been working so hard to grow while you're asleep. I hate it there. The only cool thing is that we get lots of treats while we're there and sometimes we get to run around off leash while all of the other dogs are in cages! Mom says they'll be none of that running around when she's not there. It sounds like a drag.

Lonie

MABR McWaddle

Earlier this month my family took me and my little brother Django up to Kansas City to participate in our first basset waddle. Our Mom made us matching clover themed outfits and we got groomed (which was horrible) so we would look festive and handsome. On the morning of the waddle we got to run around, off leash, with a lot of other bassets in a big room at the fairgrounds in Kansa City. It was the most fun I have ever had. Everywhere I sniffed there was another friend to meet. Django was scared and he hid under the tables or on moms' lap the whole time (what a sissy). After the welcome breakfast we all went down to the parade route where KC's St. Patrick’s Day Parade was happening. The Bassets were at the end of the parade (because there were so many of us. way more than in the morning). We must have waddled forever but it was so fun. Django and I got petted by like a million little kids. After the parade we went back to the fairgrounds and ran around in that room a lot more until finally I curled up with my little brother and fell asleep during the raffle. Then we went back to the hotel and we both got to sleep on the bed. It was the best vacation ever. It was way more fun than the Grand Canyon. Mom says we can’t go on the next vacation in May because it’s their honeymoon. So we have to stay at a dog hotel for 10 days, somehow I do not think that will be as fun. Well there’s always next St. Pattie’s day.

Yours truly,

Thelonious

He's Still Here!!

My life is basically a good one. I have my own bed, plenty of greenies, lots of squeaky toys and then there's the organic sausage, for furry people like me, that I get with my morning meal, but no matter how rosey the rest of my life seems I am forever plagued with the existence of Django. A year ago I was the center of my peoples lives. I slept on the bed and ate all of the food and never ever had to share my toys and then one cold February day they brought home a horrible little bundle of joy. I wasn't allowed to bark at it or bite it or even eat its food! They told me it was my little brother Django. Little brothers are awful! All he did was whine and eat and grow. Soon he was stealing my toys along with my people's attention. And now he's Huge and loud and always trying to sleep with me in my crate (yeah crate! two bassets on a bed are too many, stupid Django). One peice of advice, never let your people get a little brother.

yours truly,
Thelonious Anastasio