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<DIV><FONT size=2><FONT color=#000080><FONT color=#000080 size=2>About 3 years
ago our neighbor at the foot of our driveway, came home with a puppy and a
basset hound. Being nosey as always about dogs and hounds i walked across
the road and ask him the story behind his new dogs.. this is what i found
out..</FONT></FONT></FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> The puppy was running down the highway
almost being run over before neighbor could grab her off the road.. as he was
stoped beside road another pickup truck stoped behind him and the guy driving it
told him, "Hey! I see you like dogs! Well i got one here in back of my truck i
was taking to the pound, you want him ??" My neighbor, who has a huge heart and
a sucker for sob stories came home with a puppy and a elderly
basset...</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Enter me, nosey neighbor... DUDE! where
you get the basset? He says- a guy gave him to me, i dont want nor need him but
i just could not let that man take him to the pound, look at that
face!!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Then i look at that face.. and I was lost
too... But being a truck driver and gone every week i couldnt take him..
But neighbor and I made a deal.. My husband is due to retire in aug of 2011.. If
Buster was still around then we were to take him home and let him live out his
life with retired hubby.. good deal...</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> But our good neighbor died suddenly from
Cancer.. No one but him knew he was sick.. he never said.. but just one day
shortly before he died he called me over and ask me.."Hey, you still want
ole Buster ?" and i say sure we do .. he said great then he is yours, I am
leaving him to you in my will.." and I thinks ok.. He had a care giver living
with him and his folks..both his mom and dad has Alzheimers.. He was caring for
them at his home.. then he died suddenly..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Now his uncle has power over the estate
and says all dogs must go.. or they are going to the dog pound.. we dont have a
no kill shelter here in our county...SO Busters fate was in my
hands..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> MY girlfriend and her husband came down
this past weekend..they have seven dogs.. large and small all rescues, and they
also have our ZERO who lives with them and Zeros sister Freckles..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2>Most of you know Zeros story.. she cant ride on
the big truck because of car sickness, and we refused to keep her on meds..so
she lives with her 2momma and 2daddy Fran and Charlie with her sister
Freck...and other asorted dogs..pluse cats as well...anyway getting back to
Buster...<BR> I tell Fran and Charlie of Busters plite.. they look at each
other and nod, and Fran says lets go get Buster..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> We did.. I walked him back home, he came
with me with wagging tail, we stoped along the way to sniff and watch a baby
rabbit hop along in front of us, then he tried to lift his leg to do the Pee
thing and bless his heart he topled over on his butt.. He looked up at me, and I
had the good grace to look away, he stood up and sighed loudly, then walked over
to me proped his left hip on my leg and thankfully lifted his right leg and made
his bathroom on all threes with the help of my leg.. then he lead the way up my
drive way to our house.. and was given the basset welcome!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> The girls started baying and aarroooing
and was acting like he was a long lost brother returning from the war.. Buster
was welcomed into the back yard with sniffs and kisses all over his face, tails
wagging so hard! Even the other resscue dog welcomed him, no fussing at all..
Buster walked up the ramp and stood at the back door looking up at me.. remember
now for three years he had been outside dog. no one to love him only feed and
water him..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> I opened the back door and stood back..
Everyone rushed inside at once baying and running the basset 500 in the den.. TV
time was put on hold until the family settled down..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Buster walked up to my husband, who
everyone knows is the alpha hound of the pack.. He sat in front of my husband
and just looked at him.. Husband looks back.. they NOD at each other and Buster
lays on a blanket near husbands chair..<BR> Fran and Charlie tell
Buster, "You will never be cold or to hot, you will never be hungry nor will
anyone ever hurt or hit you again for the rest of your life, welcome home
Buster!"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> They left for home the next day, calling
three hours later telling us that all went well on the trip, and Buster was
again welcomed with open paws and lavished with kisses and komo even offered
Buster his favorite toy..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Buster acts like he has lived with them
forever, Fran says he slept all night, no crying or winning.. and I told her, He
knows he is home now...</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> We just wanted to share a good story with
a happy ending..<BR> Hubby better watch out when he does retire.. lets
see, we need a bigger back yard, more dog houses, how much is fence and post
these days???</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2> Drool to all in need.. Prayers for the
slaves..</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2>and GOD BLESS OUR TROOPS</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT color=#000080 size=2>Londa and Wesley</FONT></DIV>
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