Dear Clayton,

I take my paw in hand to write you a note.

My Mistress is worried and says that you are not having much of an appetite. I'm trying to figure out in my doggy brain how you humans think.

I'm always hungry, especially whenever my Mistress is eating anything. I think it is my doggy right to have a bite of whatever she eats. To me it is only fair considering my unending loyal devotion to her.

I figure you are a pretty good guy since my Mistress thinks you're special so I am wiling to offer you some of my dog food in order to help whet your appetite. I feel that I am being quite generous, but I do draw the line at my bone. No one gets to chew on it but me! In fact as soon as one of the cats that live in this house gets halfway near my bone I let them know who is boss. My Mistress keeps telling me that cats don't chew bones, but I am not going to take any chances. A dog has got to have something to show who is boss around the place.

If you don't start eating my Mistress might take it into her head to send you one of my favorite toys for you to play with. So I thought I'd take matters into my own paws and offer you up front some of my doggy food. I have plenty to spare as my Mistress just bought a 25 pound bag of dog food.

She says that I am getting a little plump around the middle, but that only gives me more love to spread around. There is no way I am going to let her stop giving me treats.

My dog food has extra protein in it to give lots of energy and the way I bounce around and like to play makes a good advertisement for it. So just say the word and I'll find a way to sneak you some. I love to share, uh... that is some things, so don't go getting any ideas. Us dogs have to keep an eye out for number one.

Uh oh, I have to close this. My Mistress is coming back so I need to curl up and act like I am sleeping.

Holler if you need some dog food. I'll get it to you as quick as I can. Meanwhile take care of yourself!

Lots of doggy love,

Lucy Lou