Thursday Night Basset Blogging
Nothing to report other than the fact that Wembley has taken to throwing either a kong or tennis ball across the bedroom and chasing it at about four in the morning…as you can tell by the time stamp on the post below. Like it’s my idea to get up and read David Broder at 4:30 in the morning because I can’t wait for morning to come. And, yes, I could take the toys away, but then he switches to bouncing on the bed in order to see himself in the mirror so he can bark at his reflection.
Either I am going to stop letting him have a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs before bedtime, or I’m going to start substituting Nyquil for milk. They’ll probably still “snap, crackle, and sproing” just the same…
Having said all that…. I love this little guy at Tait’s.