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happyTopic: "Tess of D'Uberville"(8)
Almost five months into the lively association of Frodo, Sam, Beau Neau, Sydney, and Dandy, the need for companionship on the canine side of the equation couldn't be more obvious. That explains the presence of 20.6 pounds of avenging angel alongside the foot of the Hobbit. Identified as a Welsh Corgie but clearly a remote relative of a Dachshund, "Tess" is a brindle who, for want of a more definitive noun, is a "Dorgie."
Tess is not in the least intimidated by the Appenzeller who outweighs her by three pounds for every one packed into her comparatively tiny frame. This edition of the World Woof Federation (WWF, for short) is an on-going cycle of struggle for superiority in the Shire. To this point, every "squeaky toy" has been de-sensitized, shredded, and piled into a single defensible fortress. Every osseous fragment, nearly all of which are devoid of marrow or slime, has been removed from the "toy box" and is scattered throughout the internal portions of the Shire, or buried in the winter detritus of the great out-of-doors. The search for hidden treasure and the subsequent struggle for buried doubloons of taste delight Daddy's Dandy beyond reasonable expectation. Sam is abeam, and that is as if a different path had been chosen in a yellow wood. There is great joy in the Shire.
Joy melds, over time, with the memory of those who watch over the Hobbits from the peace and quiet of hallowed ground. The Hobbits still frequently call the new ones by the names they knew for so long a time. No one seems to mind.
The Hobbits journey in the morrow to the land of the great water dish in the sky, and the search for adventure continues. With the best of friends in tow.
