<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><DIV>Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek. We worried. </DIV>
<DIV>da Gang<BR><BR>--- On <B>Mon, 2/23/09, Sandi Wittenberg <I><sandi@redbaybassets.com></I></B> wrote:<BR></DIV>
<BLOCKQUOTE style="PADDING-LEFT: 5px; MARGIN-LEFT: 5px; BORDER-LEFT: rgb(16,16,255) 2px solid">From: Sandi Wittenberg <sandi@redbaybassets.com><BR>Subject: The World According to Norm -- The Bathathon<BR>To: "'Daily Drool'" <dailydrool@dailydrool.org><BR>Date: Monday, February 23, 2009, 8:56 PM<BR><BR>
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<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">It’s me again – Norm!</SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">So, here we are in the great State of Michigan where is has been a nickzillion degrees COLD and Mom decides that we smell bad. I was offended! She said we had passed the *<B>Frito</B>* stage and were well into the stale *<B>Dorito</B>* stage. Anyway, just the other day it got above freezing for a while, and she decided that she was going to give us all a bath. First, she gets out the ear cleaner, then the toofer cleaners, then the nail grinder – ohhh, I knew we were in for a rough ride. She grabs Hoagie and hefts him up onto the grooming table – ears go good, toofer cleaning a little less good, nail grinding – you’d think she was torturing him! He groans the whole time! Then it is Grady’s turn – nail grinding goes good, in fact he fell asleep; toofer cleaning good, ears? – oh boy – the
flapping! Then my turn – I was perfect – well almost perfect – I don’t like the toofer cleaning too much. Then Johnny – ears go good, toofers okay, nails?? MY GOODNESS – he acted like a Houdini – twisting and turning – Mom nailed him to the grooming table and the deed was done. Finally Opie – he hates his ears cleaned so there was lots of drama there, loves his toofers brushed – so no problem there, and he was good for his nails too! That boy is learning – Mom always wins. </SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">After all that, Mom was sweating and tired, so I thought we were done. But NO – she loads us all in the van and takes us over to Granny Pat’s. The big boys were all ‘cited – they kept saying *<B>we’re goin’ to see the girls – we’re going on a date – we’re goin’ to see the girls</B>*. We got there – we all went down to the basement to the bathtub area – the big boys were saying *<B>where’s the girls?</B>* They wouldn’t listen to me – I tried to tell them that it was bath time, not girl-date time! They found out – I was right! So the bath-a-thon started – talk about rub-a-dub! Mom scrubbed and rinsed and scrubbed and rinsed – again and again and again! WOW – for an old Mom, she sure can give a lot of baths and lift a lot of houndies tonnage! By the time she was
finished, I think she had lifted 4328098 nickzillion basset pounds. She kept saying that each of us was getting heavier than the one before – didn’t make much sense to me ‘coz we weren’t getting anything to eat – but that is what she said. </SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">Finally we were done – Mom went out and got the van all heated up and cozy warm – then she loaded us up and we came home. Dad had washed all of our *<B>linens</B>* and had the little heater revved up for us – it was time for a long nap before dinner. I must admit – it felt good not to be a Dorito anymore.</SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">Drools to ya!</SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">Norm (and the rest of the Red Bay Gang)</SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">Grady, Hoagie, Johnny & Opie</SPAN></DIV>
<P class=MsoNormal><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: 'Arial', 'sans-serif'">Sandi Wittenberg - Mom to the Red Bay Basset Boys</SPAN></DIV>
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