<div dir="ltr"><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">My heart breaks for all of the departures, we are sending buckets and buckets, and gallons and gallons of Drool to those suffering from the loss of a fur-end, or a family member.</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">On Tuesdays, The Caspaw Cwew gets a visit from their most favorite person in the world. My Meals on Wheels driver, Andy, always brings the best snacks to da Cwew, so dey WOV Uncle Andy. I was telling Andy last week how things had gone since Babes procedure.<br>
</div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">I told him that when Babe got home, she was not very happy with me. After all, I did pick her up, put her in my lap and carried her down the wheelchair ramp to his pick-up. I did tell her over and over on the way to the pick up that it would be okay, and that I love her. Merritt, the man from the vet clinic that picked her up was very good with her. I told her it would be okay, and let him drive her away.</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Well, when she got home, she looked at me with the look of a woman betrayed. She glared at me, with the look of "DDOD, you LET them do this to ME. How could you let them do this to ME? You put me in your lap, promised me that you loved me, and put me in his pick-up. You KNEW what they were going to do to me, DDOD!! How could you? ----</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Look at me, DDOD!! I have incisions and stitches on both sides I can't hardly turn around, I can't, scratch that, you won't let me get up or down without your help. This was not fun for me DDOD, and you owe me better than this. <<<<----- This went on for several days, it was 3 days after she got home before I was allowed, I was allowed to touch her belly.</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Now, in the middle of trying to take care of her, and help her, someone else got mad at me, and got very uppity with me. Boomer complained that Babe was getting ALL the attention, and that he was being neglected.</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Back to Andy. Andy used to have Basset Hounds, and aside from me, well, no skip that....they'd take Uncle Andy over DDOD any day of the week. So, I was telling Andy that they were both upset with me, and part of the story. </div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Without blinking an eye, Andy said to me: "Looks like YOU'RE in the doghouse". At which time both members of the Caspaw Cwew ran to him for another snack. All of the sudden, I can hear dat Awnry Awnie at the Bridge laughing, and I can see him smiling, saying "It's about time DDOD went to da doghouse!!!</div>
<div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small"><br></div><div class="gmail_default" style="font-family:verdana,sans-serif;font-size:small">Sigh...the life of the Butler to a couple of spoiled rotten Basset Hounds.......</div>
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<br></div><div><div dir="ltr">Mr. Shannon R. Gerdel</div><div dir="ltr">3583 Meadowlark Drive<br>Casper WY 82604<br><a href="mailto:bassethoundbutler@gmail.com" target="_blank">bassethoundbutler@gmail.com</a><br><a href="tel:%28307%29%20797-6041" value="+13077976041" target="_blank">(307) 797-6041</a><br>
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