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<DIV>My Sister Liz was just telling me this old storey of 35 or so years...about
our first Basset Hound "Ms. Pansy Feets". Pansy taught us much but we are rather
thick and Liz still laughs so hard that we all get to crying we laugh so hard
and remembering Pansy and her ways.</DIV>
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<DIV>Liz had moved to a new apartment. We had been visiting and Pansy was antsy
to GO. We were saying our goodbyes and it was taking a lonnng time and "Zoiders"
(aka Pansy) just backed into my new Birkenstocks and laid a big long poop.
Arroughed a long Arrooough like "I TOLD youso you dope" and at our gasps
(remember we were new to Bassets so we gasped) Pansy just wagged her tail.</DIV>
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<DIV>She forgave us for being such clods.</DIV>
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<DIV>Cheeky little dog. Oh Pansy I miss you so. When I would sing our song form
Aunty Mames musical..."Your My Best Girl"...oh how she would let loose and
ArrrrooooUUGGGGHHHHH</DIV>
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<DIV>Like a lot of our first Bassets our Ms Pansy was light in bone and weighed
perhaps only 40 pounds....but you know in all our years of both show, pet, and
rescue dogs...Pansy we miss her so. What I would not give to hold her in my arms
again.</DIV>
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<DIV>Instead..here is one of my Favorite Ms. Pansy Tales:</DIV>
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<DIV>Remember it was in the 60's when there was no such thing as "Rescue"...just
"Dog Catchers"</DIV>
<DIV>Our first "Rescue" and "Ms. Pansy Feets" were left in the back yard and the
back door open while we went off to the store for canning supplies for our
ripening tomates to make some good sauce to save for winter</DIV>
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<DIV>. We had a huge planter with many trays the design taken from Sunset
Magazine...we were so proud of it...IT was up a bit from the ground so the dogs
stayed out..and it reached to the top of our garage...7 trays all full of tomato
plants...most all of them ripe and ready to pick. Also in those tray were dope
plants. with seeds and the scents of the backyard ...oh heavenly...nothing like
ripe tomatoes, fres cut grass and stinky red Hawaiian pot plants aroma. By the
way we did not (NOT) plant them a friend just dropped the seeds into the
planters along side the tomatoes and after about 2 months or so we had a jungle
of green...which of course we were thrilled with as we had never had a garden
much les our own house.</DIV>
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<DIV>Anyhow when we got back home from going to the store...the back gate was
BROKEN OPEN....there were pot and tomato plants...HUGE ones...no leaves on the
pot...no deep red tomatoes..no seeds....just hulks of the broken and
dirtless...just roots left from being shaken. </DIV>
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<DIV>We found the dogs sleeping off their spree...one in the living room on
Aunty Gertrudes once pristine brokade couch and one dog had locked herself int
he bathroom. (guess which one was in the bathroom?) Yep Pansy.</DIV>
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<DIV> They had broken/knocked over the fireplace screen and pulled out the
charred logs...pulled them allllll around the room. and one up onto the
couch...and PANSY...well she was in the bathroom...she had somehow turned
on the faucet and the sink did not drain and so the hot water ran itself
out...allllll over the house...it shrank up the oriental rug and the hardwood
floors buckled up.</DIV>
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<DIV>Pansy?</DIV>
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<DIV>She was in the BATHTUB brilliant Basset that she was. </DIV>
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<DIV>She was so happy to see us and that we saved her from being trapped in that
steamy bathroom.</DIV>
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<DIV>At the time it was so...so awfel...that we just had to laugh. Who would
ever think that a sweet little dog could get into soooo much trouble in such a
short time?</DIV>
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<DIV>lol</DIV>
<DIV>Love and Woofin, Lexa owned and loved by Hudson and Henry</DIV>
<DIV>PS Please dont tell anybody about the D.O.P.E. part..it was US that were
the dopes! lol I still remember running around with my husband holding our baby
Son on one hip snatching up the vines and sticks of the once beautiful lush
plants. HOW had they bashed down the back gate?!! We still laugh about
that one...they must have had one fun time running around stoned out of their
gourds...and they ran around the block and thankfully came home to create a
little fun there too. Sue would have loved to see THAT. So grateful they came
back home safe.</DIV>
<DIV>And...that we all didn't get thrown in jail!!! It was the end of our
pot growning days and the dawning of ..yeah maybe crates might just be a
good idea. lol</DIV></FONT></BODY></HTML>