Nicknames: Baby Bear Cub, Baby Baboon, Tiny Man, The Don of Sunset Road, Thunder Buns
Birthday: October 18th 2001
Likes: Hunting vermin...whether we like it or not, doing the gator in a pile of stink (any icky scent will do,) showing other dogs who the boss is, going bye-bye!
Pet-Peeves: Naughty cats and squirrels in his yard, other dogs sniffing his hinder,Izzy going bye-bye car without him, too much cuddling not on his terms, getting his ears cleaned, his teeth brushed, or a face bath.
Favorite Toy: His sister's paws...he loves to chew on them. He's particularly fond of something we call piggie wizzles (why do we call it that? Trust us it's better than what it's really called.)
Favorite Food: All of them...really. Anything left over after Mom & Dad are done eating is the best though.
Favorite Walk: The elementary school soccer field or the docks at Lost Lake in Mound
Best Tricks: Tricks? Tricks are beneath his dignity. If a treat is offered, he may raise his paw to you, but grudgingly. He will, however, follow basic obedience commands.
Arrival Story: When I was a little girl, we had 3 little Scottie girls and my Grandma collected Scotties. So for Christmas in 2001, I'd begged my husband for a little Scottie pup of my own. I knew he didn't get me one, so when my Dad arrived to celebrate the holiday on Christmas Eve, I was bemoaning the fact that there would be no Scottie that year. About five minutes later, Dad said "Let's open one present early!" He gave me a bag to open that contained the framed registration papers for one Black Male Scottie pup. The whole family raced down the stairs and out to the car, where little Earnest George Bailey (named after Jimmy Stewart's character in It's a Wonderful Life) was curled up in a little ball, fast asleep.
Bio: Since my previous experience had been with all female Scotties, I was a bit disappointed to find out I was getting a little boy. NOW, I can't even begin imagine how dull it would be to have a docile lap dog instead of MR. PERSONALITY. Not that a male Scottie can't be a challenge. Ernie is large and in charge. He's officially 13 pounds over breed standard, but a gorgeous Scottie nonetheless. While Ernie loves all humans and adores small children, he has some, shall we say, "ALPHA issues," with other animals. Ernie is an expert manipulator,very charming. He epitomizes the spirit of the stubborn and proud Scottie. In fact, if Ernie is unhappy or doesn't want to do something, he has been known to talk back to us, by protesting with a petulant "WOO, WOO, WOO" that he only uses when he's letting us know he is not happy with our request, but will comply because we're in charge of the food.
A big tough terrier guy like Ernie George don't youshually let anydoggie see him cry, but today is diffurent.
News got up here to the Rainbow Bridge that this Dogster Place is going to be closing down the commooomateases.
That just are not right. Ernie would really like to bite some hinders.
But mostly, it hurts Ernie's hearts.
Me & Izzy took such great comforts in knowing all our furriends are still togethfur down there on the earth, cellerbrating and supporting eachothfur evfurryday.
It makes us sad that Bacon & Beanie won't have the same kind of world to grow up in. They won't have no place to share their antickles and hilarimateases.
Ernie knows that true love and furriendship nevfur ends, but still, the end of an era are at hand, and it makes him sad.
On behalf of all the Beesuns, Ernie wants to say, we'll nevfur furget the fun and furriendships we had here, and our Mama wants to give evfurryhooman a hug, and tell them she just felt better going about hers dayses, knowing you were all here.
Pony rides for evfurryfur at the Bridge today!!! Ernie is 12 earth years old.
And cake! One mile high of whipped taters with a big steak on top!!!
Blowing out my candles and wishing all my furriends on earth get their favorite treats and belly rubs evfurry day!
Thank you for all the treatses you left for me on my page!!! I wuffs em all, and you guys, too! Us angels are watching ovfur you, when we're not partying down. :)
p.s. I see Mama did a fancy photo shoot with the B Boys. How come they got to do theirs on a fun walk in the woods, and Ernie G. had to be in a tiny room and sit on a tiny stool like the dancing hippo at the circus??? Not fair, MAMA!!!! BOL!
The day I got my wingses...three years ago today...a day that will go down in infirmary in the Most Wonderfur Place Wing Factory.
Nevfur before in the history of dogkind, had the wingmakers had to accomplish such a feetses of the engineering as to construct the wings that could lift Ernie George's Ginormous Hinder offa the ground, so he could soar up through the heavens, through the clouds, to be with his furriends and heavenly Father, and watch ovfur him's fambly, and eat taters, and sail in his own schooner named after him's beeyooooooteeeeful Mama.
What a day that was!
Ernie G. always were the luckiest guy evfur. But now I got Big Orange up here, and a bunch of new furriends who joined me this last year.
Sure I miss all the parties at Z-Pup's House, going on the road trips with my fambly, riding around Lake Minnietonka, and proteckting Sunset Road from invaders. But I've always got one eye on the stuff that goes on down there. I know I'll see you all again, some day, when you earn your wings, too!
Thank you to evfurrydoggie, for remembering this BIG HOOOMUNGUSS DAY with my Fambly. Ernie George has the best furriends a guy could evfur ask for.