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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>OMdoG Marlene you are a true gem!!! I would love to
hang out with you...but that might really bring on the Rapture! LOL
And as someone else said, yes the mother ship really needs to come get these
fools. Maybe I'm way off base but I didn't think that it was a good idea
to jog pugs in the first place since they have those squished in noses and
usually have breathing problems to begin with...let alone trying to breath while
jogging in the heat. It is people like this that should't be allowed to
breed or have pets.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Saturday Colt, Ruger and I sat out on the
patio drinking wine while waiting for the End of the World. Yes even
the boyz came up and got a sip of the wine...No I wasn't giving it to them but I
sat my glass down beside me, Colt comes up and nudges for pets, and ear scuffs,
so I oblige until I hear "lap, lap, lap", I look down and there is Ruger (the
good one) sipping my wine. "MY WINE!" "oh what the hell its the end of the
world anyway" Let him have a couple more laps and then I drank to his
health. Next thing I know I've sat my wine glass down again. Ruger jumps
into my lap...Yes I have a 57 lb patio lap hound! So I'm snuggling Ruger
and giving him some throat scratches...he loves having the throat scratched. And
what do I hear??? "Lap, lap, lap". I look down and it's Colt in the wine
glass. So I reach down grab the wine glass and drink to Colts
health. Now Thanks to my two wino-hounds I have to go get another
glass of wine to bring on the End of Times. Well as it would have it, it is
now Monday and we (both hounds and I) are still here. DH is on the other
side of the planet doing a military training thingie-ma-jigger. So I think that
i will have another glass of wine to celebrate Still being here and the world
still turning under my feet and the dogs paws.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>My heart felt sympathy goes out to the parents of
the two Labs that went to the bridge this week. May they live forever in
the magic of your memories.</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Last week the weather was perfect basset weather
and working out in the yard weather...this week however is hot &
humid. It's not god awful hot yet but we are having to get up early to
walk the boyz and wait until almost dark to walk. Last week the boys
prefered staying outside and laying in the cool grass. this week they
prefer to stay in the house in the AC and lay on the couches. Sometimes I think
they forget how hot it is outside and will go to the door to be let out, but
when I open the door to let them out, the hot air hits them square in the
snooter and they turn tail to go back to the couches! </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Prayers and Drool to all those in the tornado and
flood pathes. Stay safe.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Michele Momma to the Bad A** Basset
Brothers</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Colt "Momma, get me a glass of that sweet red
juice" PS It's Dog gone hot out there crank up the AC Momma"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Ruger "It's wine dumbkoff!...Yes mother please pour
us a glass of your best vino"</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
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