My dear Fey Fey
I am a berrry good houndess at home and have not given my dear Momma more than a few sleepless night's (I couldn't help having a sick tummy!) But I have a newly descovered love for excitement that has gotten me fired from a post that I had not evan started yet! !Since this occured my club has made my membership probationary,and insist that I go to finishing school!!!I really am a well mannered houndette 95% of the time but I would like to keep having some adventure's along the life path!!!I am not sure where I fit
in ?? I love the club but I am not sure that they will except the new me that has recently emerged from the shell of my former existance!!! Gracie the houndette trying to find her comfort zone!!

Dear Gracie-
A girl must live to please herself and have those around her live to please her. My slaves surrendered totally. In all candor, I am very old and have come up with infinite ways to have them attempt to please me in my past golden years.
If you wish a touch of excitement, you should have it. A ride in a carriage, a romp, a pawty......if they do not enjoy your activities, it is your job to teach them to do so...or to offer better ones. I nice white box is always an adventure. In my younger years, a charming hound, er, well, lets say as one matures, tastes change.
A club that does not want you? P'tew. They should be honored to have a fine girl like you. Eager to please, charming and delightful. Be yawself. Train those around you to do your bidding. Lull them into a false sense of security, then enjoy.
Woofles,
feyfey

Dear Feyfey,
My human recently took me home from the pound and I am so grateful to have finally found a family who loves me. I am a male doggy who is 4 years old and have been neutered. Trouble is that my Mom and dad go out each day during the week and don't come back for about 5 hours. I howl and howl and they do not come back any quicker. I think that the human lady next door doesn't like me much and I want to make it better. How come I am so noisy? I am fine at night and during the weekend because they take me everywhere they go. Love your recipes that Aunt Nancy has cooked up!
Love
Roscoe
xox

Dear Roscoe Sweetie-
Congratulations on gettin sprunged from houndie jail. No self wespecting basset would like living in such a place. I tried that howlin thing when I first moved in here....let me tell you....it does not work. I howled at night. They thought I should sleep downstairs. I disagreed. I missed my pack and wanted to sleep with the new pack. Darn, that they were the two legged slaves. They would have to do..... Anywhoo, at 3:00 A.M. the she slave got in a bathtub and covered her ears with the water. Didn't help. At 4:00 AM the he slave came down muttering about me staying in some little room....he scooped me up...and then his foot hit a bit of drool. (He likes to think it was drool...) CRASH. He fell, I fell on top of him....never howled at night again.
The day howling thing took a little longer. They even put a tape recorder on to see if I could keep it up.....busted. They heard me stop, have a drink, take a nap....and howl again. Pretty soon I found it didn't get me anything but tired. I cut straight to the nap. I like naps. I do it a lot. I am old...... I suggest you fawget the howlin unless it gets you somethin. If it does....DO IT. If not, take a nap.
Now then, about the two legger that doesn't like you. She must go. Just find a way to do it sloooowly. Drool on her. A lot. Make some puffs in her direction......you can figure it out.
Woofles,
feyfey

Dear Scooter-
Congratulations on picking new people. I hope that you enjoy a long and happy life with these folks. It sounds as if they need a little training. First, they need to accept that they are now, "Slaves". They exist to cater to your every whim.
It is important that you accept that they are useless creatures that require some training. Some more than others. If you want them to present treats, you must find out what they want and reward them. For some reason the slaves like it if you puddle outside......so reward their presentation of treats by giving them a gift.....
Besides, it is best to save indoor puddles for punishment. Should they fail to cater to your every whim, well, you get the idea......
The plastic box is unacceptable. You must train them not to use such an item....although I do tell you that when Sydney B. was here he had a metal box he liked to sleep in...and sometimes I would go in just to make sure he knew that I could. It was kinda cozy....as long as YOU choose it. I do not. The big bed or fluffy one is far preferable. I suggest one at least twice your size. Pawk your cuteself on the couch, bed or other desirable spot and dig in your pawsies. Turn on the look! You are a basset hound! This should be easy.
Welcome to the fold, Scooter. A fine name for a fine young hound.
Woofles,
feyfey