Attack!

I have been mauled by a precocious 5 year old girl with long blonde curls. I should have caught the note of sarcasm when I heard momma say "why of course you can play with the puppies!" That's alright, I have my eye on her first edition Dick and Jane.

Ruby finally got with the program and jumped in to clean her clock, er, ears.

Here we are tag teaming her. She's a tough little booger. Just wait, she has no idea I will be 65+ pounds when I grow up. bbwwhhhhaaahhhaaaa!

James Fenimore Cooper Vol 3 pub 1889

My press agent has noted that my indian name is "Princess Run-a-Mucka". Waving my pedigree papers around saying she will register my name as such. I said "you will not". She is always saying a woman needs to educate herself. So I tried to teach myself to read. Press agent/momma has a lot of books, even old ones she calls "collectable first editions". Whatever that means. Art books, coffee table books, children's books. Just too many. What happens? She comes home and has another fit. Really, I think she is wound too tight. Saying things like "baby gate" and "how did you manage...?" So I blind her with my beauty and she acquiesces. I learned that word in one of those books.

Basset Patrol

Momma hauled hounds from Houston to our basset rescue house this week. A big handsome guy that had some impressive foam. He kept cleaning momma's ear as she drove. His girlfriend Mandy was a tub. Momma had fun lifting big assed bassets out of my truck in a dress. What was she thinking? That'll teach her to try and clean up. Momma loves us. She says she is going to make herself a dress out of her Duluth Truck Seat Cover. Can't wait to see that one...

Mud Puppy

"Sweet Jesus!" momma hollers. "What happened to my floor!" Here she goes carrying on about her floors again. I shaking my head no (see my ear flopping) and the next thing I know she has me spun upside down like a turtle on a highway. Taking pictures no less. Okay, so I am a little damp. The sprinkler felt good on me. She points to the mud coming out of my flabber jabbers. Honestly, I don't know how it got there. Then prissy Ruby gets in on my humility. She says I slimed her. Momma says Ruby jumps like a gazelle if her toe touches dew. Well I say she has to hit the ground some time, and I will be waiting! bbwwwaaaahhhhhaaahhaaaa!

My Hiding Spot

It is really great, no one can see me! I like to take my treats here and play with them.

*Note from mother/personal assistant: She has no idea her whole hiney is sticking out for us to step over...

Okra

Momma makes her own compost. I love to play in it. It has all kinds of great smells and I love to pull out veggies and play with them. Today was okra. She said it was left too long on the stalk and she can't cook it long enough to make it soft. I don't care, I just want to play with it. Even prissy Ruby carried an okra pod out. Momma says it looks like okra exploded in the yard. More toys for me.

It's All About Me

Well, I have arrived! Most kids get a cell phone now days, I get my own blog. I have a pretty good personal assistant and press manager (she calls herself my "momma"). She keeps saying the same thing over and over right now and I just don't get it—"go potty outside!", what is that all about anyway? Momma waited quite a while for me to arrive. A real sweet lady named Bonnie took good care of me before I moved in with momma. Bonnie says I am a real mahogany and white basset. I just know I am pretty. Everyone says so. Momma says "pretty is as pretty does". Whatever that means!