Happy Monday basset lovers, if can put "happy" and "Monday" in the same sentence. If you came here looking for pictures of a new addition the Ruyle family, well, think again. The old man wouldn't cave, so we are still a two basset family. On one paw, it's good because that means more treats for me, but on the other paw it's bad because I really want a new playmate. Frankly, LuLu is just annoying, and I've started giving her the snarl tooth growl every time she comes near me trying to interrupt a belly rub.
Otherwise, I had a pretty good weekend. We went to the dog park Saturday AND Sunday so that I could hang out with my peeps. My best dog park friends are the Great Danes. Unfortunately, there was a pesky weiner dog at the park on Saturday who kept following me around and trying to hump me. She was not a looker, and I was not interested. We also met another basset hound named Bud. He was quite the porker - he definitely did not have the svelte physique that I do. After the dog park yesterday we went to the Southwestern baseball game so that Daddy could show me off. Baseball gave me the yawns, and Mommy said I must take after her because baseball also gives her the yawns.
But now it's Monday, and I am back to the normal routine of eating, sleeping, pooping and walking. I did notice something quite odd in our household this morning: the Old Man was up at 5 am with Mommy. I've never seen the old man up that early in the morning. He must have been confused or delirious or something....
Later, FLASH
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