Marty, here. I'm Peter and Kathy's basset hound. I came as their first foster dog right after they lost Rosco. Who was also a NEBH rescue. It was tough getting used to them but now it's like I never lived anywhere else. Know what I mean. Anyway, Woofstock is a huge deal to them. They designed a bunch of cool stuff like the logo that's on the T-shirts that everyone but me will wear. I'm sure they will make me wear some embarrassing costume this year. Last year I was a stupid airplane but I actually won the costume contest anyway. There was a nipping Santa basset. And a pirate basset in front of me that knew how to roll over. But he was doing it during the parade. The rescue needs your help to help guys and gals like me. There's vet bills. Food bills. Stuff to flush out our ears (I hate when that happens, but they gotta do it.) And leashes and harnesses don't grow on trees. Peter and Kathy fostered a bunch of hounds and I hope they get back into it soon so I can have some company. But in the meanwhile the best chance I've got of seeing my old buddies is at Woofstock. More hounds than you can imagine. For someone like me it's an Aroma-Rama. Scratch and Sniff heaven if you catch my drift. Last year I got to see and sniff some of those old fosters they keep on talking about like Camille, and Lola.

I know things are tough out there. And I hate to beg. (No wait a minute that's what I do). But help me out here. Thanks for your support.

If you go, ask for me. I'll be the one with a goober on my head. (I guess that's not much help). Well you'll find me.

 

~Marty