<table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0" ><tr><td valign="top" style="font: inherit;"><DIV>Five years ago today my life changed. It was as easy as stepping into the local humane society. It was the day I met Tia.</DIV>
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<DIV>My sister wanted to adopt a male dog. As she went from cage to cage in the male ward, I noticed a red and white basset. I asked "what about this one?" That dog was a female basset named Tia. Why was a female basset in the male wing? My sister adopted Tia that day. The next morning on Animal Planet the basset hound was featured on "Breed All About It." I thought the timing was ironic. Was it a sign? As I got to know Tia, I fell in love with the basset breed. </DIV>
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<DIV>Now five years later, I can't imagine life without couple of bassets in it. My sister and I are both involved in basset rescue. Numerous basset hounds have passed through our house - some staying just one night; others a few months; a few found their forever homes here. I've met so many bassets and their foodslaves - some droolers, some not. Dried drool on my clothes is normal. To think my life changed so much just because of one dog. </DIV>
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<DIV>Happy Gotcha Day Tia!</DIV>
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<DIV>Jan</DIV>
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