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Dear Mommy:
It’s my birthday. Whatever that is. It doesn’t matter what it is - it’s neat. People give you stuff. I got toys and a chew thing and treats to eat. I shared the chew with Angus. I hope he gets a birthday so I can share his goodies. There must be birthday rules or else everybody would get a birthday every day.
It is very cold here. There is snow and ice everywhere. I don’t think we had them in Florida. It is like walking on linoleum in the refrigerator. My new coat keeps my body warm but my tootsies are frozen. I go out long enough to do my business and then beat a trail back into the house - which, by the way, isn’t all that toastie either. You wouldn’t believe what people wear. A walk? I think not.
I heard a conversation about the track. It is closed for the winter. Just as well. I’m a little out of shape.
There is a funny rule here. Angus explained it to me. You can lay on the couch all day as long as you get off when somebody walks into the living room. Hey! I can live with that. There is an awful scene if you don’t follow the rule exactly. You know I’m a pretty sound sleeper - so Angus groans when someone comes and I’m to get off. Canine cooperation.
I’m an indoor dog now.
Love,
Foxy
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