Dear Folks,
I love you guys.
I know it is hard on earth, but, you guys, remember, you are there for a reason.
Doggies come to beam light. They come to shepherd and take care of too.
People forget that's their reason as well.
I will keep reminding you.
Light means to shine light into darkness, to bring goodness.
That's my job.
Dogs like jobs.
Momma said my reason in life was to love and be loved.
That's still true.
And I'm still me.
I can run faster now though. And I feel the wind blowing through my curls. I'm still the color of an apricot. I play with my friends. I watch over you. It doesn't hurt to be brushed--you know poodles have trouble with tangles, but they have a special brush here, no pull, no tangle, and some days I want to look pretty.
Yesterday I wanted to play in mud --with Bear. Bear is a Newfoundland, a water puppy, only he's big. On earth I didn't want to get wet. Now, I know that sometimes Momma wanted me to look pretty too.
And you know we dogs like to roll in stuff that smells bad to humans. I don't know why they scrunch up their noses, and go "Yunk!" We are connoisseurs of smells.
That's how we can track. and find water and food. Connoisseurs, that's a big word.
Zeus taught me that word. He's a hunk--a Standard Poodle. And from Paris, can you believe it?!
He makes my heart go pitter patter.
Want a lesson on getting happy?
Chase lizards--don't catch them though.
