[Dailydrool] the 3 Bears

[sgmoose at optonline.net]

Pw. Xandy Bear back again!  Ah, life in the wilds of NY was good for the 3 Bears especially now that the fence was up.  We had the better part of an acre to wander, soak up the sun, chase groundhogs and attend the events better known as, ”the basset social season”.  The slaves continued to work with Moosie Bear and Moosie settled in just fine.  The 3 Bears traveled lots of places but returned to Waddle again.  This year we sold stuff on Houndsbay like Queen Pawtunia is doing to raise money for the homeless hounds and did pretty well(have you looked at Pawtunia’s items yet?)-Hi Pawtunia!  It was our second summer in the  new Castle when the blondeslave was asked if we could foster a 7 month old pupster named Aries for a few days until she was spayed(you do see where this is going, right?).  She was a wild and crazy hound.  She had been dumped at the shelter before rescue intervened and we don't know her story but she was a very busy girl with less manners than Huggie had when she arrived so...I'm just sayin'... She bounced everywhere, from the chair to the couch, to the coffee table to the dining room chair etc, etc, all day long 24/7.  Within 24 hours she had a new name, wee Gracie Allen and the slaves had flunked fostering again.  Boy she was/is a handful!  Gracie loves life more than any hound I’ve ever met.  Her eyes pop open in the morning and it’s game on for the rest of the day.  Huggie adores her OEBE ways and selected her as her soldier to send on evil deeds.  Gracie has never stopped long enough to apply to the OEBEs officially.  When she does something particularly naughty the blondeslave scolds her and tells her that her daddy was a dachshund.  Dadslave finally learned to put his sunglasses, remotes, wallet…insert your item of choice out of Gracie’s reach.  She was a most entertaining addition to our family.  At one Waddle Auntie Sandy was entertaining herself by using Gracie as a pawty game.  Gracie was on the bed on her back.  Every time Auntie Sandy would poke Gracie’s belly, Gracie would go GRRR...Auntie Sandy would howl with laughter and begin again.  On a very sad note my dear husband Pw. Blueberry died much too young of a terrible illness and left me widowed that year.  This was also the year those pesky rumors started about the ALLEGED dalliance between me and a certain 4 legged pool boy which absolutely, probably…I mean most certainly did not happen!
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