Check out the great card from me to my Daddy. It came in the mail yesterday. He opened it, was very happy, he hugged me, and told me I was a good dog for thinking of him. Only trouble is . . . I didn't send it. How could I? It was postmarked from suburban Maryland, where I haven't been since I left Autumn View Farm in Mt. Airy where I spent my early months.
So the question is, who dunnit? I'm not mad or anything, it was a nice card and daddy scratched me extra behind my ears. But I'd just like to know. So if it was you, you can leave me a comment or give me a shout-out at firstname.lastname@example.org.