Do Dah Day 2011

What a dumb name for an event. There, I said it. I mean, how's any self-respecting canine supposed to look cool at something called "Do Dah Day." Is this a dog event or Song of the South?

Anyway, my person dragged me out yesterday to take me to this Do Dah Day thing. Once again, here's ol' Fred circling the bucket seat in the Focus, trying to get comfortable, the whole way into Birmingham. Really, man? You just had to ditch the truck and get a small car, didn't you?

We had a good time once we got there, though. I don't see what all the fuss was about. I mean, you want to see a gorgeous specimen of the hound breeds, all you have to do is call my person and we'll line it up. Here I am!

It was a sea of dogs. Big dogs, small dogs and yes, some ugly dogs! And those poor things in the tutus and pink spray paint. How embarrassing.

I did find one person that was appreciative, though. This wonderful lady who runs some magazine about dogs call Woof. She's pretty cool and gave me treats and chased me around with this big black thing that made clicking sounds. Come on lady. I don't know what thing is, but if you think I look good, take a picture! It'll last longer.

It got pretty hot. My person kept trying to shove water in my mouth and I was messing with him by refusing it, mostly. I'm not a puppy, for cryin' out loud. If I'm thirsty, I'll get water. Do I look thirsty here? Whatever. Finally, we got out of there, went home and took a good long nap - what I do best.

2011 Basset Hound Bash

Alright, so, yeah, I've gone a while. My person had to shut down the shop a year ago, so I haven't had a whole lot going on lately. I pretty much am hanging out in this weird place he calls "the apartment" where there a ton of other dogs around. It's weird, really. There was even this one meanie upstairs who attacked me a few weeks ago. Attacked me! Can you believe it? What nerve.

Anyway, earlier this month, my person took me to the Basset Hound Rescue of Alabama's annual Bash at Oak Mountain State Park. Here's me riding in his car. I miss the ol' truck. Do you know how hard it is for a long guy like me to sit comfortably in a bucket seat? Seriously.


OK, so we got to the Bash and there were all of these other dogs there - just like me (well, not nearly as hansom). Actually, a lot of them were pretty pathetic looking. I mean, I came from the streets, but I never looked like some of these sad sacks. Skin and bones, I tell ya', skin and bones!

I didn't really know what to make of it, so at one point I decided to live up to my namesake and jump in the lake, just so I could make my person yell, "Fred, get out of that lake!"
We hung around a bit and then they had a longest ear contest. Ahem, guess who did pretty well in that category? That's right, good ol' Fred. Yeah, some other poseur named Fred won, but I took 2nd place by about a half an inch.

It was a pretty good time and I hope some of those skinny ones find homes soon. Maybe they'll find a good sucker, like my person.

Here's one last picture. You see what I mean? Look at those hounds begging for cookies. Pathetic.

I Love Spring

Spring Has Sprung

Mmm Bed

Finally the whole king size bed to myself

Mother Theresa I Ain't

So I got a little wet and nasty out in the rain this morning right.
Well, I get to the truck to go to work and my person is like "yuck!
Fred!" and he wraps me up in this towel thing. Well, you know what?
I always get the last laugh.

My New Cologne

What? Why are you looking at me like that? This is my new cologne. Don't you like it? Well, too bad. This is what I smell like when you let me out at 4 in the morning - in the rain. Deal with it.