[Dailydrool] Queen Grand Marshall Xandy Bear

[bassetslave at comcast.net]

Pawtunia here. Sorry I have been not typing too much lately. Little problem with the pawsies in typing myself and the slave is worthless as a secretary. All heck has been breaking loose both around here and at the bridge. My back is bare from Auntie Feyfey and Momcakes tearing out my fur over the arrival of Xandy Bear. 

  

You see now, Xandy Bear has a long history with my family........back in 2003, she visited what is now my house in order to prepare for her wedding to the late Mr. Blueberry Wilder. She actually consulted Auntie Feyfey, in pawson. Which makes her one of very few remaining houndies to actually sniff with Auntie Feyfey, in the fur. (Including Hugmonster who so terrorized Auntie Feyfey that afternoon that she actually went and hid under the table......) Anyhow, that afternoon, Xandy Bear Wilder actually had a for real wedding, to Blueberry, at the (then) Trump Marina Hotel and Casino. I am serious. The slaves saw her, all decked out in a veil and pearls....there was a ceremony performed by a Judge, with the TV guy, Bob Eubanks as attendant. Then there was a rece ption in the night club. With a very fancy bone shaped cake, prepared by the hotel pastry department. Champagne. Piped in Johnny Mathis music. (Honest, the slave did not ask for this.) Gifts from the hotel for the new Mr. and Mrs. Blueberry Wilder-Wilder.  Unfortunately, the groom went to the bridge, quite young. 





Xandy Bear learned from Auntie Fey and developed a knack for fundraising to help her homeless friends........and she raised thousands of dollars, annually with various tricks, er, techniques at parting humans from their money. Speaking of green, she was a vision of loveliness riding in a seafoam green frock, in the Doo Dah Pawrade........she attended a nickzillion events, waddles, pawties.....both as her social obligation, and to help the homeless hounds. Her slave training skills were honed to a fine edge. 





As XB had to do what Auntie Fey taught her....MomCakes was Grand Marshall, XB had to become Grand Marshall. I was Mishgun Waddle Queen in 2010..... which, of course, had XB command her slave to raise nuff moolah to make her WQ in 2011. She got rained on, but looked swell in the outfit provided for her coronation and a pawty dress her slave had made. After that, she and I became the Old Queens....we put our competitive natures more or less aside and were most grateful to everybody who helped us raise money last year for Mishgun Basset Rescue. We had coordinating Rennaisance Gowns made and posed for a photo session. One of the pictures was good nuff that it won Auntie Wen's Senior Houndsabound Calendar contest last year (Okay, we went back to shamelessly having a woofle to do it.) and we thank everyone that helped XB and I appear as the May 2013 pin up girls. Sob. We had already spoken with our designer's agent about outfits for this year.......Xandy Bear knew how to rock an outfit, hat or designer leash......She also knew very well that Pw. Duke Elvis was smitten with her......and rebuffed his efforts. She was a loyal widow. 



Feyfey has all the hounds in a dither. Apparently, setting the buffet with good china and crystal was not enough. Momcakes thought a great spread of food was necessary and the kitchen beagles cooked and cooked up exotic creations. Something about scallops and facon and veggie foie gras and unsteak and cake and cookies. The satin settees were pulled out and Bluebery donned his tux to wait for his wife........ah the luxury..... 'Cept Auntie Feyfey decreed that all should be dressed or in chapeau to greet GMQXB.....including the prior Bears and and hounds who lived in her house........feathers flew! Grand Marshall Barney put on is leather outfit so she would recognize him. Auntie Fey sat back in her maribu trimmed portrait hat....QXB arrived wearing her tiara. 





Oh my....XB was always there. From being Feyfey's student , waddling with Momcakes and Auntie Taco WOOF Bell, to working with  yours truly. I can not imagine life wifout my frenemy......, er, dear girlfriendhound......and am very sorry for her blondeslave, he slave  and pack. We both were born to fancypants packs, but ended up working to help paw houndies have nuff money.. The slaves need training...I do not have another pawtner in crime..... 



I am a very sad, 



Pawtunia 







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