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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>So how did I end up being a basset slave? Many,
many,,, many moons ago when I was a wee lass my 1st dog was a mutt,
(shepherd/collie mix we think) Anyway he ended up getting in with a pack of
dogs. Back in my very young youth most dogs where I grew up where "free range"
ran loose in the small town. Blackie (who was a brown dog) ended up joining a
pack and was shot by a farmer. So a few weeks later my Aunties found a
basset hound with no collor roaming around the river where them & thier
husbands fished, they picked her up and brought her to me. I named her Droopy
and I loved that dog with all my heart. I loved Blackie too but he was
gone, ran off on me, dumped me for a bunch of whooligans at least thats what I
thought when I was young. Droopy would walk with me to the school bus stop to
see me off to school, make her rounds around the neighborhood to visit the
neighbors and their scrap piles (food tossed into the gardens). She was
always at the bus stop or on the porch waiting on me when I came home from
school. Droopy was a great dog, lived to be, what we believe was between
16 -18 years old until cancer took her from me. Droopy was numero uno
basset and the start of a slave life for not only me but my parents as well
once I moved out they kept a basset or at one time a Bagel
(basset/beagle). For me there have been lots of bassets leaving
footprints across my heart and wonderful memories on my soul. I cannot see my
life without a basset in it. Wow now that is a nightmare that I never want to
dream let alone have as a reality! For the short periods of time that
I have had to spend without a basset, have been truely horrible: AF
bootcamp, assignment to Guam and a 3 week period between the bridge journey of
Wolfgang and waiting for the Bad A** Basset Brothers to reach 8 weeks of age to
be able to bring them home. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>My heart goes out to the parents of Shadow.
May she live forever in the magic of your memories and be the guiding light to
shine on your next beloved hound that will place pawprints onto your hearts.
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Love and Drool to all.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Michele Momma to the Bad A** Basset Brothers who
are the shining lights in my life right now.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Colt "does that mean we glimmer like that vampire
on Twilight?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Ruger "no you moron...it means we glow with a
heavenly light...like angels"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Momma "sometimes their light has a red tinge to
it...when they are mischeivous puppers"</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>