Where in the hell are you? I just thought I was having a little break from Grace, but you left me and never came back. You were hardly gone any time before this whole house was in a big stir about something. Doggone it, I think I’ve figured it out. You have a new puppy!!!! I remember when I was a puppy, life revolved around me, everyone oohed and ahhed over my pictures, how could you dad. I sneak and look at those pictures when everyone is in bed. He isn’t even cute. Barely has enough fur to cover the top of his head and none anywhere else. Pathetic!! With all this attention he is bound to be a wuss dog and I know how you hate that. And that Grace is so stuck up now that she hardly acts like she knows me. I just treat her nice because you like her so much, but I draw the line at Mom treating her nice. When Mom tries to pet her, I shove her out of the way. I heard a rumor that will turn you green and set your head to spinning. I hear she’s taken up with a new man named Dan and you don’t even cross her mind. That’s what you get for falling for a stupid girl dog!
And Addie, well she is just Addie. She’s lost weight. Mom says she always does when I come back home. Poor thing, got three baths this week. I got the message and am trying to stay out of all the sweet smelling goo in the yard, but it’s hard. Since the new puppy came we don’t spend much time in the garden, but I love when we do. I play jungle wars and run and jump and crawl, terrorizing bunnies, snakes, bugs and toads, It is so fun. I tried to eat a butterfly today, but Mom reacted a little different to that than when I catch flies in the house. Women, honestly you can not figure them out!
I look for you to pull in everyday, but life isn’t too bad here. I eat a lot better than I did at your house and I get to run two or three times a day. I am trying to make up with these weird field dogs. Some are bigger than me and some smaller with white spots. They are brown and eat a lot of grass, guess they don’t have a Mom. I mean I eat grass, but just enough to keep the bacon going through if you know what I mean. They are sort of clannish and skittish. I tear out to introduce myself and they run like their butts are on fire. Don’t you hate unfriendly neighbors?
Speaking of running, Mom said we were going to do boot camp with you and run. I get all excited about this and we take off. Within about a half a minute I have left Mom in the dust. By the time I get back she’s not running anymore, but is all out of breath trying to gimp along. Good grief!!! Can’t I come to real boot camp with you and some people who can run further than two car lengths?
Wherever they’ve taken you I hope your dogfood is good and that you get to run and play. Can’t wait till you come home again.
Your faithful partner,
Happy 4th of July