Dear Clayton

Dear Clayton,

Hello!

I was happy to hear from you again and sniffed your letter carefully. It's my doggy way of knowing who you are.

Boy, it sure sounds like all kinds of stuff has been happening on your end. I keep hearing my Mistress talking about having a couple of girls come and help her clean the house. I'll be sure and keep a close eye on my chair. Thanks for the tip! It really it the Master's chair, but I claim it for my own. If things get too bad on your end come and see me and I'll share my chair with you.

I've found out from experience that my Mistress goes plum wild too whenever she gets a paint brush in her hand. You never know what is going to happen next.

I hate to hear that you are feeling weak and sleepy. It sounds like the way my Mistress acts most of the time.

I'm not sure what color my blood is. I skinned my nose the other day digging around, but I didn't notice any blood. I hope that your blood gets to acting right so you won't have to take so many shots.

For myself I don't mind getting shots. What your Mistress needs to do when they go to give you a shot is to have her rub your ears and head and talk real nice and soft up close to your face. I'm always so busy trying to communicate back to my Mistress that I never know when they give me the shot.

I would like to have a picture of you so I could see what a hairless human looks like. My Mistress is letting my hair grow out some since the weather has turned colder so that my hair will keep me warm. If you need some extra hair I'm sure I can locate some for you. I know where the waste can is that my Mistress always puts my hair in when she cuts it.

No, I've never eaten Chinese food, although, I have become quite the connoisseur of human food. Since my Mistress writes a cooking column for a newspaper I get to try out all kinds of interesting stuff. I've eaten grape salad, fried squash, her homemade salsa, and fried stuffed soft tacos. In fact I have found out that cold watermelon feels real good sliding down your throat on a hot summer afternoon. This week my Mistress is cooking with sweet potatoes. I always stay close by the kitchen whenever she or anybody else is cooking at the stove.

Don't tell anyone, but the apple pie my Mistress made for you went bad. She is so embarrassed. She left it in the oven for a couple of days instead of freezing it in the hot weather- sometimes it is hard for her to think straight like she used too. I ate several bites of another apple pie and it was real good. My Mistress can always tell when I like something as I'll keep licking my whiskers. I carefully sniff around on the floor to make sure that no crumbs are left. When I am around no food goes to waste.

I will be sure and avoid anything called a HOT DOG. I hope it makes humans swell up real big that dare to eat such a thing. I'll try and stay cool on my end so nobody will be tempted to turn me into a HOT DOG. Thanks for the warning!

Uh oh, my Mistress just glanced at her watch. I think it is time for a snack so I'll close this letter. I don't want to miss out on any food.

Sending you lots of doggy waves, good wishes, and some extra prayers!

Lucy Lou