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</o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--></head><body lang=EN-US link=blue vlink=purple><div class=WordSection1><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:7.0pt;font-family:"Tahoma","sans-serif";color:#333333;background:white'>Since coming to live with us last June, Ouija has blossomed. When living with Pat, she was so intent on being with Pat and seeking her constant approval that she wouldn't willingly go outside or stay outside without picking a fight with one of the other girls or destroying something. She always loved coming here and exploring the yard and stalking the squirrels; so a<span class=apple-converted-space> </span><span class=textexposedshow>week or so after coming here to live I was delighted to see her spending more time outside and enjoying it. Her love of the outdoors has increased steadily with her many times sitting in the shade of our large elms and watching three or four trees where she has squirrels trapped. Frequently, when I call the dogs in, I have to make a special trip to the 'back forty", with a lead, to get her to come inside. Well, tonight she outdid herself. This has been the first evening with temperatures below 80 and the dogs were enjoying lounging in the yard well after dark. I called them in about 10 PM and everyone came in except Ouija. So I went out with a lead to get her but I couldn't find her in the pitch darkness. So, I went back into the house and turned on the 5493 nickzillion watt flood light and grabbed a couple of cookies. I saw her immediately laying in the middle of the yard, looking at me and wagging her tail, about 80 feet away from me. I kept calling her but she just laid there wagging. I kept approaching her and could see she was chewing on something on the ground. I thought it was one of the many chew toys we have outside for the dogs. As I got closer I could see it was definitely NOT a chew toy but I couldn't tell for sure what it was ... other than alive! I thought it was a snake, which I HATE and am afraid of, so I backed off a little and tried to lure her with the cookies. No way ... she grabbed her treasure and took off, but I got a better look at it and I was sure it was a bunny. We played "catch me if you can" for a while with me alternating between a sweet voice saying "come on Ouija ... let's go get some cookies" to a horrified "EEEWWW!". Finally, I went in and woke Craig up to come help me. With him armed with the pooper scooper and me with a lead and a bunch of cookies, we tracked her down. She decided that she was going to take her new toy into the house, so I finally was able to grab her by the door. I had her by the scruff and told her to "DROP IT!" ... and a couple other words too ... and she did! Craig scooped it up and I got her into the house, all the time telling her how disgusting that was. Then, as I was putting her in her crate and giving her a cookie, SHE KISSED ME! I think I may die.</span></span><span style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#4F81BD'><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='font-size:16.0pt;font-family:"Comic Sans MS";color:#4F81BD'><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#4F81BD'>Sandi Wittenberg<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><span style='color:#4F81BD'>Red Bay Bassets<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class=MsoNormal><o:p> </o:p></p></div></body></html>