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<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=Arial><span style='font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>Woof Woof this here is Alehoundro or just plain Al. Yola
Bean and Pw Queen Pawtunia told me I needed to woof about myself to get some
votes for the Senior Hounds Abound Calendar. <a
href="http://www.seniorhoundsabound.org/">www.seniorhoundsabound.org</a> All
the mooola goes to the homeless hounds. Only a dollar a vote and all the hounds
are mighty wonderful and looking for votes too. My slave said she was going to give
all the hounds one vote cause she loves them all. All hounds should have there
day and I wanted to woof to you that I had mine. Some of you know my story, I went
into rescue because my mama loved me but hit on very hard times and only wanted
me to be taken care of when she couldn’t any longer, and it broke her
heart and mine. I met great people who loved me and my mama. Then when I was
being fostered they found out I had bone cancer I was limping. So Auntie Joni took
good care of me but I had to go back to BRPS rescue home cause I could no
longer do steps. Then the fire happened and I went to live at <st1:place w:st="on"><st1:PlaceType
w:st="on">Camp</st1:PlaceType> <st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Toast</st1:PlaceName></st1:place>
were Yola Bean woof you should be our brother and it was done I had my own
family again. The slave at CT said we must do something about the pain I was
having cause the pills were not helping like they use to this was May and I was
told about the cancer thing last November. So the mama took me to the vet place
I took a nap and woke up with only three legs and no pain they took my
fractured leg the front leg off. This was June and the next day I was up
walking around. Ok now you got the story. Now it is September and I go to the
clinic to see all my girl friends that helped me get out of pain. I am running
yes running in the parking lot and this lady comes over to ask my mama about
what happened to me and to say she never saw a basset with three legs running
and her son loves bassets and just got home from the war and not in one piece. He
has a leg gone and an arm gone. This nice Lady wanted to know if her son could
met me sometime because he wasn’t doing so well and was very sad. I woofed
bring him over. Well she did and didn’t tell him what or who he was going
to see. They pulled into the parking lot and there I stool all proud. Well his
eyes got huge and he started crying, I hopped right over to his car and woof, Hi
I am Al and you must give me pets. He slid himself out of the car and sat on
the ground and I got right in his lap I knew what I was there for. The man cried
and I woof he petted me and cried some more and I woofed some more and put my
big handsome ears at attention to honor him and he started laughing. Then he
looked at his mom and said now I know why you brought me here if this Big Al can
hop around with a front leg missing and cancer I can go on with life too. He hugged
me some more and his mom helped him back in the car and he said hey Al I’ll
see you again buddy. Well now they would like me to visit at the local Va
hospital and see the men and women in rehab there. I might not have a lot of
time left because the cancer thing is not gone but I don’t have pain and
right now still doing great and now me just plain old me Al gets to help humans
with out limbs and maybe just maybe put smiles on there faces too. So now there
is my story and all us hounds have them so please go to <a
href="http://www.seniorhoundsabound.org/">www.seniorhoundsabound.org</a> and
vote for any of the hounds yes I would like votes but there are some mighty
fines hounds on that page and all the money goes to the homeless hounds and
that is what is important. I did want to be a centerfold hound. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=Arial><span style='font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>Al after your nice story all you can think of is being a
center fold. This is Yola Bean please vote for the hounds it’s a great
cause and wonderful calendar.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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