Perhaps I shouldn’t have gone so crazy the last few days running around trying to catch squirrels and chipmunks or then maybe it was all the leaping and bounding I did last week at the dog park in the cities with Mulligan. I overheard Mrs. S tell Mr. C that my new pain meds cost more than their meds put together.
I know my days at the lake are about to end and its fine with me. I miss Mulligan and all our doggie friends. Mrs. S used words like I need to use more self control then I might be feeling better. But really it’s not all my fault. His owner carries a chuckit ball launcher and is constantly tossing balls. I do not want to feel left out by not chasing the balls. And when one goes in the water, I have to swim out to retrieve it before Mulligan. It's our game.
But now with my leg hurting I’m afraid Mr. C won’t take me there to play. He thinks I should rest which is getting rather boring. I worry about the mail. I’m wondering who will send it to the cities if I am not here. So far I have gotten 17 letters each one filled with a few lo-cal snacks making my daily walks to the mailbox fun. Mrs. S has said nothing about the mail. I do hope she has some plan in place. I liked listening to Mrs. S read me the comments from WWN at the end of my last story. Thanks to those who wrote me.
Wish I were going to Rockport rather than Minneapolis. It’s freezing here even though I am wearing my new winter coat. Mrs. S checked your temperature and it is 40 degrees warmer than here.
You are so lucky!"
by Sue Ready