<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:garamond, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div style="font-family: garamond, 'new york', times, serif; font-size: 12pt; ">Good January 10, 2012 to everyone. It is raining here in NW Montana, and once again, Molly Bob is standing out in the rain,</div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif" size="3">like she has 'not a lick of sense in her head'. She loves the rain. I </font><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">prefer</font><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif" size="3"> it to snow on the ground, but wet dog, Not so much.</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif" size="3">Sending droolies out to the families of Morse, Daisy Mae and Maggie and any others that may need som Ie extra healing drools. </font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif" size="3">Dudley, run free at the Bridge, you
will be good at fitting in, you knew how to make things fit in boxes after all :o).</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">As for dogs and booze, I had my first Basset, Sherlock back in 1980, we got him at the tender age of about 4 and half weeks. Yes that is right.</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">he came from a BYB who's female had 13/14 do not remember for sure. any way over that summer and many more to come, my husband and a dear friend</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">used to sit out on our deck and drink beer. Sherlock, as a puppy would watch them and beg, with strings of drool hanging down from his Sad little face. those dipsticks gave in and would pour a little beer in the grass, it would foam up. Sherlock would lap it up the go lay down. the first time I found out about this, was a few days into this happening, when I came out and heard, the poor hound
'gurking' under Nick's wheelchair. They were chastised and stopped for a while. Over the years though they continued, because, Sherlock would sit and beg, even sitting up 'pretty' for ever if they would not give him a shot of beer foam. once it was on the ground, he would growl at it like it was some bad S*** then lap it up. and off to his nap. This went on for 13 years. now when my DH pops open a Blue Ribbon beer that memory flashes through my mind. </font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">To all that need drools, on the way, to those that need a bit of Love, on the way, Hugs and snooter kisses all around</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">Aarrrooosss from Molly Bob</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">Martha and Molly Bob</font></div><div><font face="garamond, 'new york', times, serif">Sherlock ATB, Chance ATB and Rex ATB</font></div></div></body></html>