<html><head></head><body><div class="ydpe9bfdb72yahoo-style-wrap" style="font-family:Helvetica Neue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;font-size:16px;" dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><div></div> <div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">To Dogless Mary,</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">I am so glad to know I'm not the only currently dogless one here! I think if any dog is crazy enough to get along with a house full of cats it would be a basset!</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">Like I mentioned, I am not sure if I have another dog in my future. I don't know if it was posting here or the fact my husband and I recently discussed it, but last night I had the most vivid dream. Rooney and Fitz came to see me and it was so real--I could feel their fur and their snooter kisses and even smell their houndy smell. But even in my dream I knew they were leaving me and I woke up in tears and have been emo all day (also partly feeling silly for still feeling this way after a year and half). BUT I know fellow droolers can understand. I don't know if it's a sign it's still too soon or if they came to tell me to go for it, who knows!</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">Kara</div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">(with two stuck-up cats and two messy birds)<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Message: 5<br></div><div dir="ltr">Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2022 20:48:02 -0800<br></div><div dir="ltr">From: Mary Wilson <<a href="mailto:mary.gabriola@gmail.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">mary.gabriola@gmail.com</a>><br></div><div dir="ltr">To: <a href="mailto:Dailydrool@lists.dailydrool.org" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Dailydrool@lists.dailydrool.org</a><br></div><div dir="ltr">Subject: [Dailydrool] Joining the Drool<br></div><div dir="ltr">Message-ID:<br></div><div dir="ltr"> <<a href="mailto:CANfgDC6_mDtxzxxuGJ5vCkRFWFpovaTavX-ZdKPHCNYzD_MgqA@mail.gmail.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">CANfgDC6_mDtxzxxuGJ5vCkRFWFpovaTavX-ZdKPHCNYzD_MgqA@mail.gmail.com</a>><br></div><div dir="ltr">Content-Type: text/plain; charset="utf-8"<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Such a pleasure to read stories from old friends ? old friends separated by<br></div><div dir="ltr">distance and the minor difficulty of never having actually met, but joined<br></div><div dir="ltr">by a love of short, goofy dogs. And by a commitment to helping each other,<br></div><div dir="ltr">too. So many people on this list have provided me with great guidance! Bev?<br></div><div dir="ltr">the not-at-all-clueless Momperson Dale? and dear Debbie Winchester, gone<br></div><div dir="ltr">far too soon, among others.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">I joined in about 2006, I think. We had Paddi B Basset (or as she was more<br></div><div dir="ltr">formally known, Sunset?s Descanso Princess), who came from a breeder in<br></div><div dir="ltr">British Columbia, where we live. Paddi B Basset was the single healthiest<br></div><div dir="ltr">dog I have ever met. She was sick ? well, honestly, never. We adopted her<br></div><div dir="ltr">(I hate to say purchased, though we did indeed) in 2004. She seemed lonely,<br></div><div dir="ltr">so when Bill (later Billy B Basset) appeared on the local SPCA website, I<br></div><div dir="ltr">convinced my family that he had to join us.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Billy was the absolute opposite in health to Paddi. He was a beautiful,<br></div><div dir="ltr">beautiful dog ? strong, athletic, and beset by every imaginable health<br></div><div dir="ltr">problem. We struggled mightily with him, and as I was looking for health<br></div><div dir="ltr">advice I found the Drool. All the good advice in the world couldn?t save<br></div><div dir="ltr">him ? he broke my heart when he left us at just four years old.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Paddi did not like being an only dog, so next up from the local shelter<br></div><div dir="ltr">came Vernon Q Basset. The ?B? has always been for Basset. Paddi was<br></div><div dir="ltr">originally and almost always Paddi Basset, then Paddi B, then Paddi B<br></div><div dir="ltr">Basset. Vern was just called Vern when we got him, but that seemed<br></div><div dir="ltr">insufficiently grand, so Vernon Basset it was. The middle initial, Q?<br></div><div dir="ltr">That?s because he was a Basset of Mystery. The shelter knew next to nothing<br></div><div dir="ltr">about him. He was about eight.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Vern lived to be around 14 or 15, and Paddi almost made her 17th birthday,<br></div><div dir="ltr">but not quite. At one point we had Vern, Paddi and Simba, a wonderful<br></div><div dir="ltr">Formosan Mountain Dog.<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">I adored them all. And now I am houndless, and in fact dogless. I lurk<br></div><div dir="ltr">shamelessly on the Drool because i am convinced there will be another hound<br></div><div dir="ltr">in my future. Said hound will have to be fond of cats, since I just<br></div><div dir="ltr">acquired four. Said Hound will also have to adapt to having a middle<br></div><div dir="ltr">initial, and be ready to bring laughter and love to the house ? but that<br></div><div dir="ltr">won?t be a problem. And now I?ve written a book. Arentcha glad i don?t post<br></div><div dir="ltr">more?<br></div><div dir="ltr"><br></div><div dir="ltr">Mary, waited for at the bridge by Paddi B Basset, Billy B Basset, Vernon Q<br></div><div dir="ltr">Basset, and Simba, the wonderful foster success, and many others.<br></div><div dir="ltr">-------------- next part --------------<br></div>An HTML attachment was scrubbed...</div><div><br></div></div></body></html>