When last we barked, Just Harry was in danger of being sold and I was impatiently waiting for an opportunity to send my True Beagle Love, Ms. Gabbi, more proofs of my affection.
But then forced silence. And that tired old excuse: "Must finish project."
I had to resort to surreptitious notes on Gabbi's cbox.
And Just Harry had to read his pals' comments by flashlight in the dark of night after everyone had gone to bed. He was so thrilled at all the invitations he received from so many places when his pals learned of his potential plight. He's been studying the maps -- also by flashlight -- to see just where he might go if push came to shove: Scotland? England? Switzerland? Tennessee? New York? Connecticut? Kansas? With all those opportunities, he told me he's been thinking of what else he can chew.
Well, finally, today, our pathetic entreaties prevailed -- and our unreliable help agreed to let us bark a few words.
First, so JH could say thank you to all those who said Mom should forgive him, but if she wouldn't, well he'd be welcome with them.
And second, to let Gabbi know how much I'm looking forward to our date. Oh, and JH too is looking forward to his date with Ms. Essex.
But that's all. No photos. No funny stories. No nothing but a few pleas for better help. Please!!!!
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