<html><head></head><body><div style="color:#000; background-color:#fff; font-family:Helvetica Neue-Light, Helvetica Neue Light, Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, Lucida Grande, Sans-Serif;font-size:16px"><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756">Girls rule, boys drool. This is Clara from the UK chiming in on the whole "matriarchs of the basset world unite" theme.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756">Firstly, to the two ladies of Hawaii, you keep those visiting bullies in order. Poor things must be very shook up after the goings on in their own home. Pretty poor show the emergency services let them out to play in traffic - must all have been men.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr">Miss Merta Lou Girl Basset, I'm glad to hear those Szaton boys have finally got a girl to look after them again. It must be hard work for you, especially while your momperson is off playing with ponies, but I'm sure you're up to the task.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr">Talking of missing mompersons, I lost mine today and she disappeared with Rolph too. Now, there is one rule that is absolute in Claraworld. I am NEVER left behind, because if I am, I serenade the neighbours and their neighbours and make a big fuss and..... anyway, I was enjoying the first sun of the year, dozing on the deck and when I went inside THEY HAD GONE, without asking, or telling. I was left all alone and terrified, I mean, for them, terrified something would happen to them if I wasn't there. I mean OK the two-leg sister had come home to sit with me, but she isn't my mummy, or Rolph.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr">And after a nickzillion hours they came back and Rolph was very tired and smelled of bleach. He said he'd been walking in water on a treadmill and they gave him squeezy cheese to keep him walking forward. He said another dog was swimming in a big bleachy pond at the same time..... I think he must have been in the sun too long. Cheese isn't squeezy.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr">I told them all I did not approve of these goings on and if anyone got to eat squeezy cheese in the future, if it exists, it would be me. End of.</div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr"><br></div><div id="yui_3_16_0_ym18_1_1459714570122_12756" dir="ltr">Ms Clara Bossyboots King, Queen of England (Canine)</div></div></body></html>