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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>I just wanted to say that todays DD Calendar
picture really made me laugh this morning and brought back some wonderful
memories of my hounds (present and past) that tried to "help" me work in the
yard or even in the house. What a great picture of Bassets doing thier
best to help the slaves...or is it supervise the slaves.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>2 Short stories of my bassets helping. Back
in the days of the Fab 5 and xh1 I had a little black and white female named
Princess...now let me tell you she earned her name! But one of her
great mischievous things that she did was to steal the then husbands
work gloves. He would be working in the yard wearing leather gloves and when he
would take a break he would take off the gloves and put them in his back
pocket. xh1 has no butt mind you, so Princess would sneak up behind him,
and put front paws on his butt hooking the dew claws in his pockets, grab the
gloves in her mouth and slide paws down the back of his butt/legs and turn and
run like the wind. Now in the process of escaping she would manage to pull
his shorts down. Let me tell you it was quite a site to see xh1 chasing a
hound with gloves in her mouth while he was trying to pull up his shorts.
And the words that flew out of his mouth while chasing that hound. Well
lets just say they can't be repeated here. (Think Marlene on a rampage) I
can still picture it and it still makes me laugh to this day.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Story 2: Just this morning Colt & Ruger were
trying to help me do my stretches, push-up, and sit-ups after my walk this
morning. I try to stretch my legs and they are licking me in the
face. I stretch out my back and they are trying to lay on top of me Colt
on my chest and Ruger across my throat. I try to do push-ups and they are
playing London Bridge by chasing each other under and around me. I try to
do sit-ups and Colt licks my face on my up, and Ruger licks my face on my
downs. Look Momma how helpful we are by making sure to wipe the
sweat off your face and make sure you stay in the push up positon long
enough.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Michele</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Momma to the Bad A** Basset Brothers</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Colt "slurp, lick slurp....mmmm salty
momma"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Ruger "Seriously women, give us more push-ups and
sit-ups"</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Women are Angels...And when someone breaks their
wings..They simply continue to fly....on a broomstick...They are flexible like
that...<BR></FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>