<html><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14pt"><div data-mid="_AKDmjkQAABbUU+EdZgAAALJu0qc" class="" data-action="select-thread" tabindex="0" aria-expanded="true" role="section" aria-labelledby="yui_3_16_0_1_1407290061777_6659 yui_3_16_0_1_1407290061777_6660 yui_3_16_0_1_1407290061777_6481 " style="-webkit-transition: none; transition: none; overflow: visible; border-color: rgb(49, 13, 84); margin-top: 6px; outline: none 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', 'Segoe UI', Helvetica, Arial, 'Lucida Grande', sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><div class="" role="presentation" style=""><div class="" role="gridcell" tabindex="0" style=""><div id="yiv4975367231" class="" style=""><div class="" style=""><div style="font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14pt;" class=""><div class="" style="">Hi everyone; </div><div class="" style=""><br style=""></div><div style="font-size:
18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Weds. August 6th is my baby Biscuit's 6th birthday!!</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">I cannot believe it, it was just last week....really. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Somebody write me and tell explain in great detail how to slow down time! Wow, how it flies......</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Biscuit is the only basset puppy we've ever had, everyone else was a
rescue. My friend Roger called me up one day and told me to "go pick out your puppy, all paid for." I told him I did not want a puppy, that they are little war machines, and that I don't want to participate in "breeder's activities." </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">He said it was a great breeder (long term, very loving) and that this was a gift to my family and I. So, we went and we looked at about 11 puppies! Oh, what fun. And I remember the smile on my youngest daughter's face when she held Biscuit on the way home in the car. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">His first
few months were fun fun fun....he ate half a memory foam mattress...no joke. It made him sick, but he kept on with it until ruining the bed....it looked like a dinosaur had ate a giant bite out of it when we moved.</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">He climbed up and down the carpeted stairs all the time, it was like those stairs were put there for his own enjoyment. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">And we still called him Geoffrey Biscuit, we finally dropped the Geoffrey and stayed with Biscuit. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class=""
style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Now, he's got white appearing on his face and I jokingly called him "ole man Biscuit" last week and it made me cry!! He is waaaayy too young to be old. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Our lives changed just 3 months later....and we moved to the Oregon Coast for a year, and he loved the beach and even pretended to like the extra rain. Then on to Reno for Lupus drug trials, then back to Oregon, then eventually to South Carolina and now North Carolina. WOW! This guy is traveled. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px;
background-color: transparent;" class="">The new year will take us to Denver, Colorado for a work internship with the VA from my school. Never been to Denver, all I know is what John Denver used to sing and what I watched on the muppets with him! My Great Grandma used to say that the skies there were like fireworks. I remember watching Johnny Carson one night with her and John Denver sang "Rocky Mountain High" and I fell in love with the idea. Now, the "high" part means something else, but not to me. Just those gorgeous mountains. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">The first houndie that I ever had was Nellie. Found her while visiting my son in Jacksonville, FL in 2000. Forever thanks to Suncoast Basset Rescue for making my dreams come
true! Always wanted a Basset, but never wanted a puppy, so when I saw her face and read her story, I cried and wanted to love her. Precious healing broken bones and all. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class="" style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">There are still moments where I feel guilt that I was not able to love Biscuit with the depth of emotion that I did Nellie. It's like she was my first love, and when she left me on Feb. 15th, 2009, she took a chunk of my heart with her. </div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Biscuit forgives me, and tells me now is all that matters, he is amazing. And a rather smart fellow too!</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br class=""
style=""></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">so, we celebrate!! and we drool for all in need of drool : ))))</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class=""><br></div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">love, Jaime, Jessica and Biscuit</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">all our past Houndies we have loved</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">Nellie, Ruby, Quigley, Prince, Seymour & Clyde</div><div style="font-size: 18.399999618530273px; background-color: transparent;" class="">and all our now gone on kitties </div><div class="" style=""><span style="font-family: 'lucida console', sans-serif;"
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