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<DIV><FONT color=#008000 face=Arial>Good evening, </FONT></DIV>
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color=#008000 face=Arial>Please don't be offended, I do not mean to yell at you,
or order anyone here around. I am asking you to go check your gate, or any
part of your fence that can be opened, RIGHT NOW! Maybe we should make the 17th
of each month "Check the gate day." Be sure that all of the screws and nails are
still where they should be. Is everything tight and secure? Is your lock still
on the gate? The horrible wind we had last week damaged our gate. The back
and forth motion of the gate in the wind caused 1 screw to come out, and it
sheared the other one off at the
head.</FONT> </DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#008000
face=Arial> I had been laying
down to rest for awhile, when I heard Cathy yell "BOYS!!" and then I heard
the door slam. Living in a home with Boomer and Arnie, it's not unusual to hear
her holler at the boys when they push her to far. Hearing the screen door
open didn't really phase me, I was resting, remember? When she came back in, I
asked if everything was okay. She replied that they boys were out. I got into my
chair, pulled my oxygen off, and headed for the door. I got to the front
door when she brought Arnie in. Our next-door neighbor caught Boomer,
and was bringing him back. We are blessed to have such helpful
neighbors.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#008000
face=Arial> Cathy had gone to
look in the backyard to see how they had escaped. The gate was in it's standard
closed position. She said that she could not see how they had gotten out, and
that the only way that we would be able to tell was to let them get out while
she was watching them. Cathy asked Boomer to show "mom" how he and his
accomplice had literally walked out of the back yard. Boo walked up to the gate,
pushed on it with his feet, and it opened. Cathy found the screw and the
"striker bar" for the gate on the ground. I am so grateful that we
were home when this happened.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV> <FONT color=#008000
face=Arial>Drool to those who need it. Our sweet and innocent Babe is Drooling
extra for those in CA. She hates fire. Her foster home burned to the
ground the day before she came to live with us forever.</FONT> <FONT
color=#008000 face=Arial>You are in our prayers. If you need to use our
basement, it's available to you.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT color=#008000 face=Arial>Boomer: dogster.com/dogs/235129<BR>Babe:
dogster.com/dogs/261208<BR>Arnie: dogster.com/dogs/281040<BR>Shannon (an
absolute, total, complete BassetCase):
myspace.com/shannongerdel</FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>