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Dear Mommy:
It's pretty okay here....
The Kid sleeps on the couch to keep me company - no more locked in the office stuff. I get up and down the stairs without killing myself - most of the time. The Kid takes me for a walk now and then. Dinner comes right on time - twice a day. There are dog cookies every night. I have a soft bed and no one ever catches me on the couch. Stuffed toys are every where.
The Grouch is home all day to protect me from the fur-ball and see that I get out on my schedule.
It is apparently a big deal to get the mail as it comes through the slot. The dumb genius dog thinks he can get there first. Sure fella! I can hit forty miles an hour in three strides. Now, if only I could get up those pesky stairs on the way to the door. I will get there first!! Someday.
The track here is called the Rideau Carleton Raceway. I haven't been there yet but I work out every day - must be in top shape. I run laps in the living room and in the yard. It scares the hell out of my people! They yell and shriek, "Stop Foxy". I ignore them.
Yup! This is okay. I might like it here.
Love and kisses,
Foxy
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