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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Do I worry about the Bad A** Basset
Brothers...YEAH...ALOT. More so with Colt and Ruger than I did with the Fab 5 or
the other previous dogs. I think part of it is that as I have gotten older
I have reliezed that I am not immortal and the hounds aren't either. In part, I
think because I have had to help so many of the hounds that I have loved before
(sound like a Juilo Inglesies & Willy Nelson song) to the bridge.
Also the one bad part about the drool is that it is a constant reminder the
hounds don't live forever. But I worry. I worry about one of them
bloating, more so with Colt on this one because he has showed signs before but
was given gas-x and was either prevented or helped pass or break down the gas
more efficiently. With Ruger I worry about bloat to, but with him I stress more
over his seizures. His seizures seem to be brought on by a stressful
situation or something that scares him. Like the smoke detector going
off. Ruger is a sensitive hound and some things tend to stress
him a little bit more then Mr. Laid Back hound Colt. I am crazy with worry
if I go on vacation or a military training trip. I know that the Aunties
take good care of them but scared that something will happen (bloat or seizure)
when they are not with them since they are not with them 24/7. I even hate
leaving them to go to work or the grocery store...scared that something bad will
happen while I am gone. I also stress about them getting out of the back yard or
out the front door. Now you know why I drink wine...one glass a night to
combat my hound stress. second glass to heal the nerve damage caused by the
hound stress and the 3rd to help with lifes other
stressors. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Honestly...most nights it is only one glass of
wine. But there have been occasions where a bottle and on rare occasions 2
bottles (usually with help from an Auntie or the DH) have crossed the
bridge from my wine chiller to the recycle bin. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Heart healing drool to all of those that have lost
a beloved hound or human. Healing drool to all the sick or injured hounds
and humans.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>And of Course wine healing drool to heal all of
those damaged nervouse systems out there. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Michele Momma to the Bad A** Basset
Brothers</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Colt "momma I'm worried about Ruger...can I have
some wine?"</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Ruger "mom...mom...MOM, I'm worried about Colt can
I have some wine?"</FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>No hounds will be given any wine! Probably
won't keep them from trying to steal a nip or two though.</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>