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<DIV>I am an animal lover. I mean a catch-a-bug-and-set-it-free,
follow-strays-for-miles-to-catch-and-miss-appointments,
spend-more-time-with-the-dog-then-my-friends kind of animal lover. I
always wanted a dog and when I got married we adopted my Harry. My first
Basset. My first dog! I stumbled upon the Drool while scouring the
internet and I never could have imagined how this group would affect my
life. Seriously. I learned everything there is to know about
Bassets...from the tip of their amazing noses to the curly q’s on their
bottom. I learned about the proper way to be trained (me not him). I
learned about puppy mills and rescues and that in the depths of human depravity
there is hope. I learned how to laugh from the bottom of my toes (the
Thanksgiving turkey-on-the-head story) and I learned how to mourn. I
learned how to reach out a helping hand and gain a friend. But most of
all, I learned that there is nowhere else in my life where I can go and feel so
close to a total stranger. We are all here....laughing and crying and even
raging at times. But we are HERE. On the Drool. </DIV>
<DIV>I understand that there will be times when things are said that may offend
or annoy. I understand that we will not always agree. But what I
can’t understand is how anyone could let any of those things threaten the magic
we have here. And that’s what it is.....magic. </DIV>
<DIV>For almost 10 years now, I sit at night and read my Drool. In those
10 years, I have suffered the loss of loved ones, miscarriages, Autism,
financial ruin and declining health. But when I sit at this computer, it
is about nothing more then my furry family. I long to read the latest
triumph of a saved soul, the antics of the OEBE, the post with helpful
information. I end each night with a silent prayer for those who have set
off for the Bridge...leaving behind broken hearts and empty beds. This
digest is as much a part of me as my Harry is himself. And I for one, am
forever grateful to have found a home without walls. A place where we can
come together, in all our glory, and share what only a family can. </DIV>
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<DIV>So again, tonight, I will laugh at Marlene, pray for those lost and sip my
tea. I am home...... and it’s a good place to be.</DIV>
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<DIV>Laura and Harry Moravinski</DIV>
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