It’s not that cold here (relative to…everywhere) but Satchmo doesn’t care if it’s 45 or 80, he still crawls under the comforter and then sticks his head out. Some mornings the bed still looks perfectly made, except for an eighty-five pound lump dead center. We still don’t know how he does it.
Now Beckham has started joining him.
I give up.
(Added) This is kind of cool. I was looking for a previous picture and googled basset blogging tbogg in pictures and came up with a pretty good overview. I think this internets thing is actually going to catch on. I realize that Beckham was very sick with pneumonia at the time, but I still love this picture.