Chappy, Here
Hi, Mom. It’s me, Chappy.
Even though you deserted me yet again to go to work (wherever that is), I want you to know that I’m managing to entertain myself. In between stints of watch-dogging in the dining room window, I’ve checked the kitchen table for placemats that might have been too near the edge of the table. I’ve also checked to make sure that all the towels in the bathroom are accounted for. (You’ll be pleased to know that I took that extra one off the towel rack for you. It looked like it needed to be washed anyway, because you know how it is–12 hours out of the dryer, and it’s all dirty again.)
I’ve tried to keep Grandma and Grandpa company, but they’ve been kind of busy with those . . . suitcases. Have I mentioned how much I hate seeing suitcases? I’m really glad there aren’t any in our bedroom, Mom, because I get really upset when I see YOU with one–unless you’ve got mine sitting right next to it. (Preferably filled with food, that I’m more than happy to test for you.) Anyway, you know I tried to take some of the stuff out of the suitcases last night at bedtime, but you caught me. I can’t help it. Suitcases are evil. They take people away!
Anyway, I’ve also spent some of my morning browsing the net. (Did you see how cozy Marley looks? How come I never thought of doing that?) And did you see the cool cell phone, Mom? One just for us dogs! We’d always be able to keep in touch, and I’d really like that.
Like, for instance, I could call you right now to ask if we were going to have a walk today. I’m really starting to miss going for walks. I do have a fur coat, you know, and you’ve got a bazillion sweaters and things . . . does it really matter that it’s not even up to freezing outside? A squeak toy, you know, only burns off so much energy.
Oh, and when you were trying to get pictures of yourself in your new sweater last night? I wasn’t really laughing at you, I was just . . . hot. Really!
Oops. I hear Grandma coming. Gotta go! I don’t think she knows that I know how to type yet…
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House Calls
Dear Chappy,
Could you tell your mom that the package I sent her last week came back to my house yesterday? Looks like some BAD MAILMAN spilled something on it! Darn those mean mailmen and their sloppy coffees! Please let her know that I will repackage it and send it out as soon as the nasty, yucky ice storm that we’re having here is over.
Sincerely,
Your Mom’s Secret Pal
LOL. Very cute!
Dear Chappy:
Your post was very informative today. It’s kinda like the humans are pulling a Patriot Act on us though…First they are listening to our conversations and learning to decifer our language…then broadcasting propagana messages to alter our behavior. And then they can put that thing on our collar and know where we are all the time! Yeah, for us it might be OK…we have humans that would use it for good…but I could see this easily setting precedent for abuse of human power. We must be vigilent at watching this! Then again, maybe I’m just parinoid. After all, my Mom is a Democrat!
Laughing with you,
Marley
Ah, I welcome that tracking device. I was scared, cold and hungry when my mommy found me and now I’m confident, warm and well fed. My mommy and daddy saved me and I know I get a little excited sometimes and don’t always listen well. That’s why mommy wants to get me a fence.
And Marley’s right too, I know some humans are bad to us pups. Trust me, I know first hand. My humans before my mommy and daddy were very bad to me and I wanted to get away from them. But now that I have really nice humans who take me to see my friends and even gave me furry cats to play with.
I don’t want to get lost again so I think Chappy’s right, those phones are pretty neat. Hey Chappy! Maybe your mommy could pack your suitcase up and bring you down to visit Marley and I. I know we are closer than that drive to Martha’s Vineyard! Try to convince her, I know you can do it!