tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7257632014578413949.post-55412255425871873882008-03-07T21:07:00.000-05:002008-03-07T21:07:00.000-05:00My Dearest Wimsey,<BR/>I am not quite sure what is going on, but Edie and the girls have been reading your blog today, and they are still rolling upon the floor. They appear to be crying. Actually they are quite hysterical...and now they explain to me that they are laughing. I think the bit about the prong and the pet store actually put them over the edge, as I performed a similar maneuver just yesterday. <BR/>Setting: country hillside road glazed with ice <BR/>Problem: jogger with leashed, well-behaved dog<BR/> Other Problem: one bloodhound sized prong collar conveniently around the LOWER portion of the neck<BR/>Biggest Problem: 100 lbs of "feelin' my oats" Gus<BR/>Visual: I am sure you can see the situation clearly<BR/>Result: wrenched shoulder (not mine), scratches on legs (not mine) and a seriously angry female (yep, she's mine)<BR/>What can I say? It was my 2nd birthday, and I am sure that I DESERVED to show that dog on just whose road he was trotting! <BR/>Edie says she will pay anyone good money to come up with a prong that can defeat the proliferation of what she terms as "miles of rubbery neck skin" (as opposed to what we call chin skin).<BR/>Edie also says that she may ask me to send more comments about this week's post, as she enjoyed it so very much.<BR/><BR/>I also have a question for you. Are there ever any liver and tan bloodhounds like me entered in dog shows? Just curious.<BR/><BR/>And one other thing. Another book title you should consider:<BR/>Wimsey: Sled dog of the North, Iditarod Champion<BR/><BR/>I sure hope you're keeping track of the Iditarod right now! That Lance Mackey has the best athletes in the world!<BR/><BR/>Best of luck in your show this weekend. Knock 'em dead! (Ok, maybe just knock 'em down...)<BR/><BR/>Your Finally Thawed Alaskan Bloodhound Friend Who is Now Two,<BR/>GusEdie &amp; Gushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15899288964144262542noreply@blogger.com