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The Bassaholic Intervention

"I've had all I can stand, I can't stands no more!"     -P. Sailor


Sooner or later it would come to this.  I knew it. I had just hoped Venus would come to her senses sooner rather than later.  But today was the last straw.  It started as any other day.  My mother was nice enough to get me a basset planter to use on my porch.  It was a fine, welcome addition if I do say so myself.


I knew today was the day to plant, in it so I had asked for some help from my resident bassholes.  99 of course is always willing to help her dad, whatever the occasion:

Venus was nowhere to be found, but 99 assured me we could do it without her.



So 99 and I went to the garage to get the flowers that would eventually reside in this planter.  But when we returned to the porch area, we were greeted by a most gruesome sight!!


The horror!  The innocent basset planter had turned into a den of iniquity!  Whoever could have done such a thing?  I asked the nearest basset!


Oh sure, she denied it at first!


Until my back was turned and she couldn't wait to taste the mountains!


Tonight is intervention night.  Feel free to bring your bassets over.