Thursday Night Basset Blogging

Not a creature was stirring…as usual

It’s Thursday night and I’m probably at my my company Christmas party right now (okay …now….wait for it…. now!) watching my employees drink themselves borracho y estúpido. This is one of the joys of being a non-drinker; you can practice your judgmental skills on the unknowing and oblivious. Not that I need the practice, mind you…

Anyway, while I’m learning ugly truths about the people who work for me, Satchmo and Beckham will most likely be positioned as seen above until I get home and go to bed at which time they will assume the position on either side of me assuring that I will only be able to toss and turn as much as they choose to allow me. Forty degree evenings (freezing by San Diego standards) means a three two dog and one tbogg night.

Later that night…

Bonus story: Out walking the beasties this morning when a young man from across the street came my way heading towards his car. Just as he got to his car, I was urging Satchmo forward (he’s a big time sniffer and dawdler) with a “C’mon Satchmo, let’s go” and the young man stopped, pointed at me, and said, “You’re tbogg”. This is the second time that this has happened to me on my own block in the past sixth months.

These dogs are blowing my cover.

Oh, and “Hi Sean” from across the street…

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