Dear Chairman: There’s no easy way to say this … but … you MAY NOT be getting your dog back, when you return from vacation. It’s not our idea, but Hoocher’s. This country dog has adapted well to a sybaritic lifestyle in the city. You know … chicken broth on the kibbles … a treat every time he passes through the kitchen … friendly pats by the neighbors and obeisance offered by other canines on the street. I apologize, but we apparently have succeed too well in making Hoocher comfortable—and too obviously. Jeff, across the street, said today, “When I die, I want to come back as one of your dogs.” We’ll strive to do better with The Senator and The Governor, so you don’t have to peel their tiny hands off the porch rail and stifle sobs when you show up to retrieve them.
Posted by Professor at June 6, 2005 11:57 AM