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<p class=MsoNormal style='text-autospace:none'><font size=2 face=Arial><span
style='font-size:10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Look Huggie it’s the mailman
bringing a package-alert the blondeslave!!!! All five hounds begin
howling and barking until I go to the door and bring in the package.
Hounds swarm around my legs shouting, “we have a package from our SP, we
have a package from our SP!!!!” Moosie begins to leap and twirl, <st1:place
w:st="on">Clyde</st1:place> begins to boing. The Pw. and Gracie try to
trip me to get to the goods and Huggie yells, “do you smell any cookies?”
I make my way to the kitchen leaving the hounds on the other side of the
gate. Again the hounds chant, “we have a package from our SP, we
have a package from our SP!!!!” I quickly slit the tape and open
the box. All 5 hounds snap to attention to see what we have. First
I pull out a gorgeous periwinkle blue(my favorite color) basset t-shirt.
I hold it up so the hounds can see, Huggie rolls her eyes and shifts her front
paws impatiently. I reach in to the box again and find some adorable
basset hound stickers and a little card with an indecipherable clue. I
look at them full of excitement and say, “that’s it, although I see
the box was originally sent from someone in <st1:State w:st="on">Michigan</st1:State>
but was relabeled and sent to us from <st1:State w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Wisconsin</st1:place></st1:State>.
Hmmm….could that be another clue?” The hounds are still
staring at me so I show them the empty box. <st1:place w:st="on">Clyde</st1:place>
begins to boing and shout, “the blondeslave got a package from our SP, the
blondeslave got a package from our SP!!!!!” Gracie sticks out her
foot and trips <st1:place w:st="on">Clyde</st1:place> who lands unharmed on
Huggie who then walks out from under him. The rest of the hounds simply glare
at <st1:place w:st="on">Clyde</st1:place> then walk away mumbling under their
breath. Well I’m happy!!! Thank you SP whoever you are!!!</span></font><font
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