Dear Clayton

Dear Clayton,
Hello!
You must be awful special that they keep wanting to get pictures of

your insides. Maybe some of that bad hospital food got into your lung. Whatever it is I sure hope that it will go away so you don’t have

to have a Biopsy. That sounds scary.

I had fun with Annette and William while they were here and also

had a big Thanksgiving dinner of leftovers. I ate until I was stuffed

then took a nap.

You wouldn’t believe all the energy those two little people had and all

the noise they could make. I was huffing and puffing at times just to

keep up with them. Dwight and Randy put up the Christmas tree for

my Mistress and then Annette and William helped her decorate it. I

made sure to keep a safe distance away as the tree kept wobbling

and nearly toppling over. Three year old William kept trying to climb

up the tree so he could reach higher than his sister, Annette. I gave a

big sigh of relief when my Mistress decided to do something else.

The only bad part about their visit is that they liked to crawl up and sit on my Mistress lap every time she sat down leaving no room for me.
After they left my Mistress collapsed in her recliner and I flopped down

on the floor beside her and took a long nap. Things have been awful

quiet and boring around here since.

My Mistress straightened up the Christmas tree and put up some more decorations, but there still is stuff sitting around. I’d play with the Christmas decorations if my Mistress would let me, but she keeps everything up and out of my reach. At night the tree is real pretty lit

up along with candles in the window. And with a fire in the woodstove

it is real cozy- a perfect place for a snooze. I just have to keep an eye

out for the fat cat, Annabelle, who always tries to hog the best spot

close to the fire.

My Mistress keeps me inside the fence so that the BOY dogs can’t

get near me. I like to flirt and bark at them as they go past our

place. I think having a boyfriend would be kinda fun, but my

Mistress doesn’t agree. She thinks I am vain enough without a BOY

dog drooling all over me.

While Annette was here she stuck a princess comb in my hair and my Mistress took a picture of me. Don’t you think I look like a princess?

I could use my fluffy tail for a train or a fan. My Mistress won’t let

me wear the princess comb outside. If I could I’d sure impress those

BOY dogs.

Well I’d better close and see what my Mistress is up to now. I don’t like her to get out of my sight for too long.
Barking lots of prayers for you,
Lucy Lou