Baron Von Woofer

Happy Holidays Woofering

2007-12-22T08:38:00.000-06:00

Hoping everyone's tree is loaded with great presents from Santa Paws.

Happy Holidays Woofer

2007-12-02T11:52:00.001-06:00

I got to see Santa Paws last night! One of our crazy neighbors has a Griswald-ish holiday decorating scheme (he has 50,000 lights on and around his house), and on the weekends they have the real live Santa Paws there! So, we walked down and got my picture taken. He was cool, but there was a cute little poodle off to the right that was capturing my attention.

Halloween Woofering!

2007-11-01T11:51:00.000-05:00

Hot diggity dog!!!

For Mama

2007-10-28T14:47:00.002-05:00

My mama is out of town (again) this weekend... I thought I better send her some pictures of me so she doesn't forget how cute I am. Also, I hope she doesn't forget that my birthday is Wednesday.

I am so tired... Daddy just grilled and I got me some steak. Full bellied woofer is a tired woofer.

This was this 'mornin'... So tired. I don't sleep well without the mamma in bed.

I was using my hedgehog as a pillow earlier today. Good thing I left some stuffing in that one.

Hurry home mamma! We miss you!!

For Mama

2007-10-28T14:47:00.001-05:00

A Little Poolside Woofering...

2007-10-07T19:17:00.003-05:00

Mama is to scared to watch the Yankees game, so she made me go outside with her. Not so bad... I get my own chair and dinner by the pool!

Stud Muffin

2007-10-06T15:25:00.000-05:00

We've known it for a long time, but now I have the t-shirt to prove it.

I am, in fact, a stud muffin.

In Case You Forgot How Cute I Am...

2007-09-06T21:59:00.000-05:00

I've Been Tagged!

2007-09-06T21:38:00.000-05:00

Hi everyone... it's been awhile... Dad has been super busy earning kibble at work, and has neglected my blog. If they would make a keyboard that fit Basset paws, I'd be all set. Until then, I have to rely on dad. Anyway, Ernest tagged me and here are my answers:

Here are the rules:Use the 1st letter of your name to answer each of the questions.They must be real places, names, things … nothing made up! You CAN’T use your name for the boy/girl name question. If your name happens to start with the same letter as mine, sorry, but you can’t use my answers!

My name: Macmanus

1. Famous Singer: Matchbox 20
2. Four letter word: Mama
3. Street: Main
4. Colour: Magenta
5. Gifts/Presents:
6. Vehicle: Mazerati
7. Things in a Souvenir Shop:
8. Boy Name: Miguel
9. Girl Name: Mimi
10. Movie Title: Mars Attacks!
11. Drink: Mai Tai
12. Occupation: Millionaire
13. Celebrity: Matt Damon
14. Magazine: Money
15. U.S. City: Miami
16. Pro Sport: Marathons
17. Fruit: Mangos
18. Reason for Being Late for Work: Mama cuddles me and I can't get out of bed.
19. Something You Throw Away: Magazines
20. Things You Shout: More treats please!
21. Cartoon Character: Marge Simpson

I'm A Good/Big Boy...

2007-08-19T15:06:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the lack of posting lately... the parents have been busy with this "work" thing of their's, and it's hard for me to type with my big paws. Anyway...

Feeling better... no more throwing up or anything, which is good for everyone. I probably ate something I shouldn't have, and that was it. Everything in the yard just tastes so good!

Today, the parents went off to some place called "breakfast." They didn't take me with them, which was terrible. But... they did leave me home alone in the house... not in the little bathroom where I normally stay when no one is home. They wanted to see if they could trust me. Well, I am a good boy! All I did was sleep! The couch is so much more comfy than the little bed I have. Take a look!

I'm going to be a single parent woofer for most of the week. Dad has to go out of town twice and mom has to go out of town once. After today, I don't think we'll all be together until Saturday afternoon. Sad... but as long as I have the smooshy couch to lay on, I'll get by.

Negative is Good, Right?

2007-08-11T13:21:00.001-05:00

The Vet called... turns out my tests came back negative, which is actually good. People are weird... why is negative a good thing? Shouldn't they way "hey Mac, we have positive results for you!' ? Oh well... just happy I don't have any worms inside me... that's nasty.

Dad is heading out to play golf... it's 100 degrees! He's nuts! I foresee a bit of this in my future today... a little pooside woofering. I like laying by the water and then getting up for a nap under the shaded table.

Sick... Kinda

2007-08-09T18:22:00.000-05:00

I went to the vet this afternoon. The mom and dad got nervous because I've done some throwing up the last couple days... nothing major, but they are very protective. I also had a little tiny bump on my shoulder, so they wanted to get that checked out. So, I had a needle in my arm and a thermometer in my butt! That is not a fun way to spend the afternoon! Now they'll be following me around with a little plastic cup to put my poop in... humans are weird.

I did find out that I weigh 58.8 pounds... the vet person said that I am a very physically fit Basset Hound. With the exception of the vomiting and mystery bumps of course.

I'll keep you posted... nothing to worry about though.

Some FAQs About Mac

2007-08-08T09:32:00.000-05:00

Not an awful lot to report lately, so I thought I'd take a minute to go through some FAQs about me.

Do you have any nicknames? Do I! I am affectionately refered to as Mac, Mackie, Little Woofer, LW (for Little Woofer), Mac the Dude, Mac a dude, Macmanus (when I am bad), Little Man, and of course, The Baron.

Who is your best friend? Hmmmm... tough one. I love all my woofer peeps. Daisy is the best. I also love Buttercup and the crazy pool woofers that visit from time to time.

Mama's boy or Daddy's boy? Mama. Dad is cool, but mama is all about the snuggling and sleeping.

Favorite food? Dad's grilled chicken, but I don't get it often. I actually don't eat a lot... the vet says it is good that I regulate my own weight. Sometimes I won't eat for a day, and then mom will hand feed me. Hahaha... sucker.

Favorite treat? Dingos! And these little peanut butter cookie things they give me to go into my room in the morning.

Arch nemesis? Rabbits. Actually, I don't mind them... I just want to lick them, I swear!

Favorite activities? Sleeping, cuddling, watching home shows with mom, watching golf with dad (I like watching the ball roll on the green...), walks with grandma, time with other woofers, sleeping (I really like to sleep), chasing rabbits, barking.

Favorite toy? I've destroyed most of my poofy toys, but I still like chewing on all of them. I have one we call "long woofer" because it is a big long stretch looking dog... he's fun to chew. I'll retrieve a tennis ball once or twice, but I get bored with that pretty easily.

Going to the Spa...

2007-08-02T14:51:00.000-05:00

My parents are going out of town this weekend, so it is off to the "puppy spa" for me... I know that Ernest is always talking about going into "lockdown", but our facilities are actually pretty nice... I get massages, manicures, special treats, a "suite", and my own TV. It's pretty cool. I wouldn't want to do it for too long, but for a couple days, it's nice.

I'll blog at y'all next week... woofs.

Woofer Party Version 2.0!!!

2007-07-29T13:13:00.000-05:00

We had another woofer pool party yesterday! All of my woofer friends came over... Murphy (aka Waterdog), Maggie, Sophie and of course... Daisy. Oh yeah... their parents came too.

Here are some photos from the day.

Daisy came over early... we ran around for about 30 minutes, and then retired to our normal nap places. She does love the tile floor.

Eventually, the other woofers showed up. This is me, Daisy and Maggie surrounding my mom... aka "the treat lady."

Sophie basically said "screw the treats... I want the real food!"

Sophie and Maggie enter the pool... daintily. Daisy and I stay the hell out of the pool... Bassets are built for laying down, not for swimming! Murphy takes a different approach...

Diving...

Swimming...

And being soaked... the is one jumpin in the pool to get a tennis ball woofer. If my tennis ball goes in the pool, I usually wait for dad to fish it out for me.
I had a great time, but was so tired... I went to bed early and slept in.

Next woofer pool party is slated for Labor Day Weekend...

And we got other great news... Daisy is going to be around for the next month!

Woofer Revenge

2007-07-25T09:51:00.001-05:00

It's a shame this is not a voodoo doll... oh well. I know woofers are not mean, but this is a little cathartic nonetheless...

Basset Play Date Photos

2007-07-23T19:48:00.000-05:00

Dad finally got around to downloading the photos from Sunday's fun...

This is Buttercup and Daisy... eating my lunch.

Daisy... chewing on my hoof.

Daisy again, walking around like she lives here... we wish she did! Isn't she pretty???!!!

Truthfully, this is what Basset Play Day looks like... three Bassets laying down for a nice long nap on the nice cool tile floor.

I was so tired, I needed another nap!

That's my dad, getting in on the play day... Daisy has a very scratchable belly.

Basset Play Date!!!

2007-07-23T13:56:00.000-05:00

We had a Basset play date day yesterday... my girlfriend, Daisy, is in town... she came over with Buttercup. Lots of fun was had. Dad took a bunch of pictures but was "too tired" last night to download them from his camera... apparently downloading pictures from a camera is a very physically demanding task. So, we'll have some up later tonite. Stay tuned for Basset Cuteness times three!

Dear Mike Vick...

2007-07-18T21:33:00.001-05:00

I think you are a very bad man. My dad says that indictments are easy to come by, and that you are innocent until proven guilty... but I think you are a very bad man. What kind of man allows woofer fighting at his house? And I don't mean the playful fighting like me and Daisy on my birthday...

I mean the bad fighting. The fighting where woofers get hurt really bad, or worse. Who do you think you are? What makes you so insecure that you have to build your ego through woofer fights? Woofers are good people, and only act the way they did when they are forced to. No woofer should be forced to act that way. Woofers are full of love.

You have all the resources and money and kibble in the world... you could have been such a good woofer daddy, but instead, you are the worst. Even if you didn't do it yourself, you allowed it to happen. You are a bad man.

I hope you get what you really deserve, you terrible awful man.

- Mac aka Baron Von Woofer

p.s. You suck at quarterback too.

Buttercup!

2007-07-16T21:08:00.000-05:00

Sorry for the lack of posting lately... dad and mom have been "busy." He did some stupid golf thing all weekend, and mom was doing the lay by the pool thing.

Anyway...

On Friday, we had some people over for dinner. Grandma, Paige, and Trish. Paige and Trish brought the best woofer in the neighborhood... Buttercup! She's an older Basset woofer, and the sister of my girlfriend, Daisy. Daisy moved back to College Station though, so I don't get to see her much. As you can see, Buttercup rocks!

Buttercup, up close and personal.

What's for dinner???? This is us running into the dining room, from the kitchen.

Paige and Butter...

Me and Buttercup after a long night of running around and eating some treats. I did most of the running.

Late Night Rabbit Chasin'...

2007-07-11T10:24:00.000-05:00

Dad took me out last night around 1:30... that's what he gets for letting me drinking water right before going to bed.

Anyway... I walked around the corner, and there he was... a medium sized rabbit. Normally, they dart right for the gate, as they have a little hole there that they get in and out of... but this rabbit was trying to test my nerves... he darted the other way... but I saw it coming and cut him off! Then he darted back around the pool and made his escape under the other gate... but not until after I gave the little fuzz ball a good chase.

One of these days rabbits... one of these days.

2007-07-09T18:52:00.000-05:00

Pool Party!!!

(quick question... is anyone else having trouble trying to insert a title in the 'title' box?)

Mom and dad are planning a woofer pool party! We had one last month, and it was big fun. I was exhausted. They have friends with woofers, and those crazy woofers ACTUALLY JUMP IN THE POOL! My little basset legs and big basset belly don't like the water, so I watch them go nuts. We also run around and get treats while the two-leggeds drink beer.

Here are photos from the last pool party!

This is Murphy... he's part fish. He liked the water more than he liked the land!

That's Sophie on the chair with her mom... As you can see, I was quite tired at this point, and I look like I am about to die. Sometimes I make the funniest woofer faces.

Our next woofer pool party is scheduled for the last week in July. I have no idea when that is, but I hope it is soon!

2007-07-08T17:30:00.000-05:00

Back to Blogging

Mom and dad are back from their vacation, so I can start blogging again... they left without telling me the password on the laptop!

It was a good few days while they were gone... my grandma watched me during the day, and my neighbor had me at night. I am worn out. Normally, I sleep a lot... but not this week.

Look at how exhausted I am!

Rabbits in the Perimiter!!!

2007-07-02T09:12:00.000-05:00

Me, mom and dad were in bed last night... Dad was watching the T.V. Mom and I were sleeping. Right before dad decided to turn off the T.V., he thought he saw a little ball of something by the bathroom door. Then it hopped!

Remember how I scattered the rabbits the other night? Well, dad apparantly left the door open when we were outside, and one hopped right into our house! He's been living in our bedroom since Friday night!

Dad was able to corner the little rabbit in the bathroom and then release him back outside.

I am being called a "bad hound" or "bad scent dog" by some in the pack... but hey, my job is to find and track these little furry balls OUTSIDE. When I am inside, it is all about relaxing.

Pool Side Woofering

2007-07-01T19:58:00.001-05:00

The sun finally came out today... for about 20 minutes. This was me yesterday afternoon. I was sad because we couldn't go outside and toss the tennis ball around the yard.
This was me ths afternoon. As you can see, I am much happier.

I don't like to go in the water, but I do like to cuddle up on the towels and lay by the pool.

I also walk around the pool... "patroling" while the mom and dad are in there. There is this big snakey looking thing that goes around eating the dirt off the bottom of the pool, and it freaks me out.

Mom and dad are going to some place called "New York" this week. I don't get to go. My grandma is going to watch me... I like it when she's over, because she's a sucker for giving me treats and back rubs.

Rabbits...

2007-06-30T09:37:00.000-05:00

I love rabbits... love to chase 'em... love to look at 'em... and if I could ever get one, I am sure I'd love to play with one. Mom and dad don't see it that way though. They think I want to eat them.

Last night, dad took me out back to do some business. On the way back in, my nose led me to a bush that had some smaller baby rabbits in it. They squealed and ran away, and then dad yelled at me. He went looking for them this morning, and found one. This is a bush with some pretty flowers near our pool...

And this is what dad found hiding in the bush this morning.

Now I don't get to go out to the backyard/pool area today or tomorrow... stupid rabbits.

Stupid Rain

2007-06-27T21:00:00.000-05:00

All of this rain is aggravating... I can't go outside and play, so I watch the rabbits from the Mac Window near the front door.

After a little while, this was boring... so I jumped on the leather couch. I am not supposed to go on the leather couch, but I got in a little nap before anyone noticed.

Once I was discovered, I had to get down... I camped out by the front door again, hoping for the rain to stop. Stupid rain.

Yeah, this stupid rain is really cutting into my rabbit hunting. And my laying by the pool time.

Side Yard Woofering

2007-06-25T18:50:00.001-05:00

When mom and dad and Killian came to meet me at the breeder's house in Cisco, they found a happy little woofer. But one who lived outside. I didn't care for living outside much... Just look at me, a few weeks into moving in with the family... I obviously am an inside woofer.

When we moved from the apartment to my house in Plano last year, I was very excited because I'd have the best of both worlds. A big indoor dog house, and my own private side yard. It's a good place to let nature run its course, and it is also an excellent yard for rabbit hunting, although I never can catch one.

Here I am, running around in my little side yard... the rabbits get in (and out... darn it) under that swinging door at the end.

There is some kind of apple tree or something back there... I don't like apples. I prefer kibble.

I like this blog stuff... they have to give me treats to get me to pose. Suckers!

No more photos! The paparazzi around here can be annoying at times... especially when they run out of treats.

Killian

2007-06-24T11:17:00.000-05:00

I am sad to report that Killian went away yesterday, to a better place... a place where he had strong legs and a bowl full of roast beef whenever he wanted it. Mom and dad and I are all very sad, and miss Killian terribly, but we know he is happy again. Killian passed away in dad's arms, as strong and proud as ever.

These are some pictures of my brother, and best woofer friend.

Killian dressed up like the devil on Halloween.

Killian and mom, last summer. As usual, I am trying to get in the photo.

Killian as a puppy. He was being trained as a police dog, but he didn't like the gunshots and was put up for adoption. That is how mom found him. Right after that, mom had surgery on her feet and couldn't walk for a few weeks, and Killian never left her side.

Killian and dad, in the condo in Queens.

The whole family/pack. This was during mom and dad's engagement photos last summer.

We love you Killian... be a good boy.

Sadness

2007-06-21T16:25:00.000-05:00

(From Mac's dad)

Mac's brother, Killian, took a turn for the worse this week. He's an older dog (14) who has been dealing with diabetes (we have to give him insulin shots after he eats) and blindness for a few years now. He's been a really strong and proud dog despite some of his issues, but this week we started noticing that his legs are really getting weak. It saddens us a great deal, but we've decided that the most humane course of action is to put Killian down. We have an appointment with our vet for Saturday morning at 8... we are holding out a slim hope that the doctor will say that he is actually OK, but there is little chance of that. He's lived a long and proud life, and we want to make sure his time with us ends with as much dignity and pride as possible.

This is one of the hardest decisions we've ever made, but we know it is for the best. We're sure Mac is going to be very sad, but we also know that he'll understand.

Mac will be back next week to blog, but for the next few days our little pack is going to stick close together.

Baron Von Woofer: A Brief History

2007-06-18T18:26:00.000-05:00

My nickname may seem weird to some... but you should meet my parents. Before I became part of the family, Killian reigned supreme. Mom said he was "her little prince." When I did make my first appearance back in Christmas of 2005, they dubbed me "The Baron" as I had to show some deference to Killian. The mom and dad refer to all dogs as "woofers" so the nickname "Baron Von Woofer" came about rather quickly.

Like I said, my parents are a little weird.

Anyway, dad is going away for a couple days... some kind of business trip. I don't understand it all, but I know it keeps kibble in the bowl, so it's OK. I probably won't post anything new until he gets back. In the meantime, here are some old school Mac photos.

This was my first day with the family, back in our old apartment. Killian and I took a nap together.

This is me, outside the apartment. We found out that I had some sickness called "puppy strangles" which is why my face is all red and puffy. Mom saved my life by taking me to the vet. I had to take steroids and other medicine. Despite the steroids, I did not grow up to be a Great Dane. Good thing... I like being a Basset.

My first bath. I hate baths.

This is me just being cute. Now you can see why Daisy digs me.

This is me and mom laying out by the pool this spring. Dad was cutting the grass. Too bad for him... should have bought three lounge chairs. We've been in our house for a year, and it's great. I have my own yard to run around in and chase rabbits... never catch any though.

Hi Everyone

2007-06-17T19:52:00.000-05:00

My name is Mac. I am a Basset Hound living in Plano, Texas with my mom, dad, and big brother... Killian. I started this blog because to let the world in on my daily observations. Come back often.

This is a picture of me last year on my birthday... my birthday is on Halloween, so we had a costume party.

I dressed up as Superman.

This is my girlfriend, Daisy. She lives down the street.

This is me with Killian. He's a big woofer. When I first came along, he didn't like me too much, but we get along now... as long as I stay out of his stuff. He's a good brother though...