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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>omg, what a story!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>-only this can happen in a Basset
household!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>-sumbuddy needs to put this story in to
the</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>next Basset book!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>honest, Jessica, my heart goes out to you.
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Get well Drool too, poor baby!</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Let the hubby clean the house again, I'm sure
he'll</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>be understanding, (maybe)</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>ruth & huckleberry</FONT></DIV>
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style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'"><FONT size=1><EM>I had
quite an episode yesterday and thought I would share with the folks who would
probably laugh the hardest… I was out sick yesterday, again, with some crud that
won’t leave my head except to travel to my chest and back again. I put all
four of the dogs out back and left them there to play in the sun for a while and
sat back on the sofa for what I planned to be just a few minutes. I fell
asleep. I wake up, groggy from all the medicines I’m on, and I hear
scratching and whimpering at the back door. I can see the hounds from
where I’m sitting. Apparently, a cold front had blown in while I was
napping, and brought with it an icy rainy sludge that turned my sunny backyard
into a freezing cold mud pit, and in that mud pit stood four freezing cold,
soaking wet, mud covered basset hounds. And they were pissed! Not only did
I feel like total and complete crapola, I was home alone in a house that DH
proudly cleaned thoroughly the night before, and I knew I couldn’t just let them
in, they would have mud from the floor to the ceiling and back again! So I
picked them up, one 50 pound wet muddy hound at a time, which was no small feat
in itself, hoisted each one into our kitchen sink, rinsed the mud off as best I
could, dried off the excess water and then tossed each one into the pantry while
I ran out to get the next hound still waiting in the freezing cold. One of
them slipped away and ran through the door directly to the sofa, still covered
in mud and shaking in fear as I ran after him screaming “please NO!” and I
accidentally smashed poor Sophie’s paw under the door trying to keep the rest of
them from getting through the door at once and when it was her turn to come in,
she took an extra 5 minutes before she trusted me to keep the door open (I don’t
really blame her). When I had gotten them all rinsed off, I was so out of
breath I could barely stand up, I was coughing, and wheezing and plain
exhausted. I shoved the last hound into the pantry, tried to shut the door
and go grab more towels and my soaking wet pajama pants got caught on the door
and I tripped, and my pants fell down to my ankles! Of course, the four
soaking wet hounds ran right past me into the living room and simultaneously
shook wet muddy dog all over the place. All that work and they got the
whole place wet anyway!!! I just sat there on the floor, freezing, covered
in mud and soaking wet with my pants around my feet and cried. I hate
being sick. My dogs still aren’t talking to me, especially
Sophie.</EM> </FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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style="COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Calibri','sans-serif'">Mixed in with the
frozen muddy wet dog was basset slobber and drool slung from floor to ceiling,
and all of it is being sent to the sick houndies out there and to their slaves,
and to anyone who has lost a beloved furbaby. I can’t imagine losing one
of my darling rotten babies, and my heart aches with yours. Get better soon,
everyone!!! Happy
Holidays!!!<o:p></o:p></SPAN></EM><o:p></o:p></FONT></SPAN></DIV>
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