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font-family:Arial'>Huggie Bear here!! <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>As you know I love helping the homeless hounds as much as
anyone…yikes…I was one myself once , however, it was glaringly
brought to my attention after this year’s BW that there is such a thing
as extreme Pawctioning that all hounds must be on alert for. Here’s
what happened from a hound’s point of view (and we have witnesses).
Without mentioning names (Auntie Amanda), I have begun seeking out a 12 step
program for those who cannot control the urge to bid on and win EVERY BIG item
in a given Pawction. Ooh, this is good timing-just before the <st1:place
w:st="on"><st1:State w:st="on">Michigan</st1:State></st1:place> auction.
Maybe our tale will help some other poor hound. Anyway, we began the trip
in the BIG blue van. The middle seat was removed to leave a big open
middle area between the front seats and the back seat filled with blankets for
the 6 traveling hounds which included Brie who counts as one and a half hounds
but we did have little Janey and wee Gracie to balance her out. Anyway,
it was tight with the suitcases and Pawction hound and quilt but we knew some
of the stuff we brought wasn’t coming back with us so we adjusted (well,
Gracie and I complained the entire way but nevermind). So we got there
and went to the Thursday night pawty which was a lot of fun although confused
slaves kept trying to prevent my counter cruising-very rude in my
opinion. Whose pawty was it anyway? It was kind of funny watching
Auntie Sandy use wee Gracie Allen as a pawty game. Anyway, I’ve
gone off track. The real problem began on Friday night when Auntie Amanda
bid on and won every single BIG item at the Pawction. If it came in a BIG
BOX she simply had to have it. Now we don’t want her to stop
bidding and winning but pawhaps some kind slave could help her choose some
SMALL items so that there is a balance. I mean, how many coffee machines
and mysterious things in big boxes does a slave really need?? So after
the Pawction the space inside the van INTENDED FOR HOUNDS began to
shrink. It got even worse after the picnic with the prize baskets and
extra stuff ( I’m not in any way complaining about the giant boxes of OMH
cookies)-I’m just saying-hold on a darned minute!!! Then on Sunday
we found out that Wendell was travelling back with us to Auntie
Amanda’s. Oh dear, now there are 7 hounds in an ever shrinking
space. Well, when we went to get in the car we couldn’t
believe our eyes. The cargo area was full to the brim. The back
seat had 2 layers of boxes including poor Wendell-dude, I don’t know how
you do it. Wait, no, that’s wrong-the back seat had 3 layers soon
to be a fourth (you’ll see). The worst though was the big area
INTENDED FOR HOUNDS was circled with even more boxes shrinking the diameter of
the hound space to one half the total dimension reduced by two times the length
of each hound squared-don’t forget to carry the 2-well, you get the
idea-THERE WASN”T MUCH SPACE!!!! Wendell-dude-can you even breathe
under all that? Well there was only one thing for me to do in order to
survive. I won’t even try to tell you-just look at the pictures-is
this any way to treat a hound? Take a look at poor Wendell in the
picture. All caused by a slave addicted to extreme Pawctioning.
It’s too late to help us this year but maybe we can help some other poor
hound by encouraging slaves to choose a mixture of large and small Pawction
items. Nuff said (I hope).<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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