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font-family:Arial'>Aroooing from Melba Toast,<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
<p class=MsoNormal><font size=3 face=Arial><span style='font-size:12.0pt;
font-family:Arial'>Dang Clara why are you always woofin at me? I am resting,
paws up and having little sips of champagne in the back cloud room with the
girls. WHAT a new boy you want me to meet. Ok I’m on my way. Yes I heard you,
he is waiting. Well just lookie at you, what a good looking fellow you are,
your name is Buddy well that is one of my favorite names in the world, yep it
is. I know you are puzzled about what happened and why you are here, humm your
not; so woof to me all about this, you have a smile on the snooter, you have a
story to woof, you have been to the buffet and have a big white box with you so
lets waddle over to that big bowl of stars and you can tell all the hounds your
story. Do I just woof to every one Melba? Yep Buddy the story bowl is all
yours. Well to the shelter I was a stray hound, skinny and tired, with out a
name and a black collar. The humans there gave me a number. I tried to woof at
them listen to me, hear my story. I ran away from an awful life. Why is it that
only some humans hear what we have to say, why do some humans have the ears and
heart to hear us and others don’t? The people that I lived with
didn’t care about me much, well there was one small human who loved me
and petted me and kissed me but then she went away and that is when my life
really changed. No more bowls every day, no more warm place to sleep, no more
soft hand or soft words. I knew I had to leave so I ran and wondered for a long
time. I ran in tall grass behind houses in alleys and behinds bars and
stores. I ate out of big cans and bins. Then one day when I couldn’t run
any longer some guy picked me up and put me in a cage in a big truck. He took
be to this place they called a dog and cat shelter, it smelled of fear and pain
and some hope. They put me in a cage and gave me a bowl with some water and
food, just sad faces, but soft words and soft hands then came along this really
nice woman, soft words, soft hands and a heart and ears that could hear me. She
pulled me in her lap and said Buddy we are going to take good care of you. She
kissed me softly on my head she said I would always be a bright light; she
petted me for a time then had to leave. She said as she walked away I’ll
see you tomorrow Buddy, that is how I know that was my name and I liked it
because she made me feel warmed and loved, something I hadn’t felt for a
long time. A doctor looked me over and said I had to be fixed so I
wouldn’t be making any more puppies oh and he said I had a heart fill with
worms; now I knew I wasn’t pawfact but I also wasn’t broken. Oh
well they needed to do what they needed to do and then there was talk that I
was going to go to some place called basset hound rescue. This lady that knew
my name came and took me to this room and said this is were they are going to
fix you and “I’ll see you tomorrow Buddy you be a good boy
now.” The next thing I knew there were basset angels all around me, I
felt light and free and they told me they were taking me to the <st1:place
w:st="on"><st1:PlaceName w:st="on">Rainbow</st1:PlaceName> <st1:PlaceType
w:st="on">Bridge</st1:PlaceType></st1:place>. I saw that nice lady crying over
me her tears falling on my fur she kept saying why did this happen, what
happened, I wanted to comfort her like she did me when I first came to
the shelter but all I could do was watch her. One of the basset angels told me
that she was a real rescue person and I would live in her heart and the hearts of
others that heard my story forever. I cried all the way to the Bridge for this
rescue lady and the ones who wanted me. Then I saw the gate and then this
bright light named Clara held me with her big paws and woofed don’t cry
any more. You are with friends and we will take care of you from now on.
I am special, I am a bright light in the hearts of many, I am I am I am
and that’s my story. Well so many other houndies started woofin about
their stories and some were like mine, some worse, some better and now I know
why all this happened. We are all bright lights, hounds and rescue humans, we
are the stars in the night sky for humankind to hold in their hearts and look
up to. We are all love.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p>
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