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<P class=MsoNormal style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; LINE-HEIGHT: normal"><SPAN style="FONT-SIZE: 12pt; FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman','serif'; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'">Pw. Xandy Bear back again!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Ah, life in the wilds of NY was good for the 3 Bears especially now that the fence was up.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>We had the better part of an acre to wander, soak up the sun, chase groundhogs and attend the events better known as, ”the basset social season”.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The slaves continued to work with Moosie Bear and Moosie settled in just fine.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>The 3 Bears traveled lots of places but returned to Waddle again.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This year we sold stuff on Houndsbay like Queen Pawtunia is doing to raise money for the homeless hounds and did pretty well(have you looked at Pawtunia’s items yet?)-Hi Pawtunia!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>It was our second summer in the<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>new Castle when the blondeslave was asked if we could foster a 7 month old pupster named Aries for a few days until she was spayed(you do see where this is going, right?).<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She was a wild and crazy hound.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> She had been dumped at the shelter before rescue intervened and we don't know her story but she was a very busy girl with less manners than Huggie had when she arrived so...I'm just sayin'... </SPAN>She bounced everywhere, from the chair to the couch, to the coffee table to the dining room chair etc, etc, all day long 24/7.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Within 24 hours she had a new name, wee Gracie Allen and the slaves had flunked fostering again.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Boy she was/is a handful!<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Gracie loves life more than any hound I’ve ever met.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Her eyes pop open in the morning and it’s game on for the rest of the day.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Huggie adores her OEBE ways and selected her as her soldier to send on evil deeds.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Gracie has never stopped long enough to apply to the OEBEs officially.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>When she does something particularly naughty the blondeslave scolds her and tells her that her daddy was a dachshund.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Dadslave finally learned to put his sunglasses, remotes, wallet…insert your item of choice out of Gracie’s reach.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>She was a most entertaining addition to our family.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>At one Waddle Auntie Sandy was entertaining herself by using Gracie as a pawty game.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Gracie was on the bed on her back.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>Every time Auntie Sandy would poke Gracie’s belly, Gracie would go GRRR...Auntie Sandy would howl with laughter and begin again.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>On a very sad note my dear husband Pw. Blueberry died much too young of a terrible illness and left me widowed that year.<SPAN style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </SPAN>This was also the year those pesky rumors started about the ALLEGED dalliance between me and a certain 4 legged pool boy which absolutely, probably…I mean most certainly did not happen!<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></SPAN></P></DIV>