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<DIV>PBF headquarters has been under seige for quite some time now by Rataliban operatives and Mausers. Last night we captured our twelfth operative (5 Rataliban; 7 Mausers) and deported him this morning. Enemy forces have gnawed two holes through the screening on our porch and hardly a day goes by that we do not see evidence of covert night-time infiltration into our cupboards and food supply.</DIV>
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<DIV>So it is with great plesure that I announce that in March, PBF headquarters will be moving to higher ground. (An elevation of 1500 feet above sea level vs. a current 100 ft. Headquarters itself will be in housing up on twenty foot stilts, and the slaves have hired a contractor to build a suitable ramp for PBF officers to access the main living quarters and yard, which will be fenced.) Semper fido. Bo, CICPBF</DIV>
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<DIV>Note from Mom: Yay--it is true. We have finally finished jumping through paperwork hoops and successfully purchased an-uh-interesting- foreclosed property with potential up in the hills above Kona, HI. Thank you everyone who sent us pictures of ramps--I have shared these with our contractor. I will be putting house numbers on the terrific basset silhouette given me by my secret pawtner this year, Lisa Potter, and proudly displaying this by our new front door. This is all pretty exciting for us. Hopefully no more worrying about if the dogs make a peep (or a poop). Val</DIV></div><br>
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