Holy Bassets, that Sheriff George sure could give the innocent look if needed. “What? I didn’t do anything bad.”
Oh, this would be dad’s 19th favorite photo of Sheriff George.
Who? Me? Bad?
I guess, um, kinda bad. You see, I was hungry.
Feeling kinda piggy even.
And acting piggy…
you know, doing my hamburger spell…
for a really big hamburger for a piggy me!
Wow oh wow bassets!!!! My hamburger spell brought one giant double cheeseburger!!!!
I made that big old cheeseburger disappear too! The old fashioned way, into my basset hound mouth! Yum!
And then I noticed!!! Oh no!!!! I demanded so much magic from my wand for such a big, beefy burger that my wand broke!!!
So now I’m a wandless Kelvin the Wizard. No more hamburger spells!
On a happier note, Porter had been with dad for a whole month back on January 31, 2010.
He was one happy, bouncy basset with his new home and his new dad; he was one magnificent basset living the good life!