The hounds and I are still working out the living arrangements. My apartment seems smaller all of a sudden. Jasper and I are engaged in a deep philosophical discussion regarding the nature and use of power and authority. Jasper thinks he is lead dog; and I feel compelled to differ. To date I have more-or-less prevailed simply by force majeure; but I suspect the coniving little bastard is plotting a break-out.
Above: Jasper searches for a weakness in the security fence. "The screws think this place will hold me - but it's just a matter of time before I'm on the lam"
I am a longstanding Basset Hound fan. And Tucson is a fine representative of the breed. Tucson is a live-and-let-live kinda guy. He is amiable. He is well behaved. He does not make unreasonable demands. In short, he is a gentleman - although perhaps not the brightest star in the firmament.
Above: Jasper is a bad influence on Tucson. "Tell me the rabbit story, Jasper!"
Dachshunds, or at least Jasper, has none of these endearing qualities. He pesters. He plots and schemes. He is self-centered to the point of megalomania. He wakes up his roomates in the middle of the night by noisily copulating with his squeaky sex toy. He's a pain in the ass.
Above: Jasper's squeaky sex toy.
Stay tuned for more on the adventures of Elmer, Jasper and Tucson!
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