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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>are you sure we are thinking of the same
dog?</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Rolph, the gentle looking saintly hound on the
Faces of Drool cards?</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>NAW!!!...must hab bin his ebil twin!
(hehehe)</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>ruth an huckleberry</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>Safe in the knowledge that there was a baby gate and two
doors between me and any hounds, I got the Christmas turkey out of the oven
and put it on the counter.</EM></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>It was, of course, a beauty. And you all know where this
is going, don't you?</EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>My older daughter, Thea, was in the kitchen helping
me, while the rest of the family and the hounds were being convivial in
the living room, Then, as Brudder Elwood would say, it
happened.</EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>The back door flew open and Rolph shot into the kitchen,
and I just sort-of saw out of the corner of my eye, my 5ft 2ins daughter doing
a flying rugby tackle while screaming words I didn't think she knew. Somehow I
still didn't take in what was happening until, between others, the words "help
me" emerged.</EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>I turned to see Thea sort-of cradling the turkey in one
arm and trying to detach Rolph from it with the other. I grabbed Rolph and
pulled at him as the rest of the (extended) family all piled into the kitchen
to see the turkey hovering between hound and floor. </EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>Thanks to Thea's quick reactions, Rolph had only managed
to grab the tip of one drumstick but he was not letting go. And as I heaved
him backwards and Thea shoved the bird back in the counter, the beautifully
cooked leg peeled away in his mouth.</EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>Next task was removing the prize from a hound who
thought he'd done well. </EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>It turns out he had asked to go out in the garden and
someone assuming he just wanted a pee had opened the French windows. How he
opened the kitchen door I will never know. </EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>I hope you all had a wonderful day with your friends,
family and hounds. </EM></FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2><EM>Sally, with Rolph and Clara,
UK</EM></FONT><BR></DIV></BLOCKQUOTE></BODY></HTML>