DEAR EVERYBODY
HI IT IS ME SPARKY
I DID NOT WRITE TO YOU IN A LONG TIME. I AM SORRY. I FORGETTED. I WILL TELL TO YOU WHATS GOING ON.
I TELLED TO YOU GRANDPA DIED RIGHT? WELL MOMMY HAD TO GO WAY TO HIS FUNERAL. I COULD NOT GO. THERE IS NO DOGS LOUD AT FUNERALS. MY FRIEND GARY BABYSITTER MOVED WAY SO I COULD NOT STAY WITH HIM. WHAT SHOULD I DO? I GOED TO STAY WITH AUNTIE DIANE. SHE HAS DOGS CALLED EMMA AND MOLLY. MOLLY IS MEDIUM SIZE AND EMMA IS BIG. I HAVED MY VERY OWN BEDROOM WITH MY CRATE AND A COUCH AND WATER AND FOOD. IT HAVED A BABYGATE SO MOLLY AND EMMA COULD NOT GET IN BUT MOLLY GETTED IN 2 TIMES. SHE STEALED MY FOOD. AUNTIE DIANE PUTTED A BLANKET IN MY CRATE AND ONE ON THE COUCH FOR ME TO SLEEP COMFY. I RUNNED ROUND THE HOUSE TO SNIFF THINGS. WE GOED OUTSIDE TO GO POTTY. ONE TIME EMMA GETTED IN MY FACE TO SAY WOOF! WOOF! I GETTED IN HER FACE TO SAY YAP! YAP! SHE TURNED ROUND AND I CHASED HER DOWN THE HALL! THAT IS FUNNY. SHE IS BIG AND I AM LITTLE. IT WAS GOOD TO STAY AT AUNTIES HOUSE BUT I MISSED MY MOMMY AND MY OWN HOUSE AND MY OWN STUFF. AFTER 2 DAYS MOMMY COMED BACK. WE GOED HOME TO BE HAPPY TOGETHER. THE END.
THAT WAS A WHILE GO IN JUNE. THEN THERE WAS JULY. THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED IN JULY. THIS IS THE ICKY PART SO DO NOT READ IT. WE GOED OUTSIDE. I POOPED. THAT IS THE ICKY PART. IT WOULDNT COME OUT. I SQUATTED AND SQUATTED. I TRIED TO CHEW THE POOP WITH MY TEETHS TO GET IT OUT. IT DIDNT WORK. I SCOOTED MY BUTT ON THE GROUND. IT DIDNT WORK. NOW HERE COMES THE BAD PART. MOMMY CIDED TO WIPE MY BUTT. THAT IS BAD. PEOPLES SHOULD NOT TOUCH LITTLE DOGS HINEYS. MOMMY GRABBED MY COLLAR TO HOLD MY HEAD. I SAID EEE EEE EEE EEE. THAT IS ME HAVING A HISSY FIT. MOMMY WIPED MY BUTT. I PROLLY WOULD HAVE BIT HER IF SHE DIDNT HAVE HOLD OF MY COLLAR. I WAS VERY UPSET. BUT THEN THE POOP WAS GONE AND I FEELED BETTER. SO THAT IS THE FIRST BAD STORY. THAT WAS ON TUES.
ON WED THERE WAS NOTHER BAD STORY. WE WERE OUTSIDE ON THE BACK PORCH AT 8 PM. IT WAS NICE OUT AND A LITTLE BREEZE. THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN A DOG RUNNED AT ME FAST AND LUNGED WITH HER TEETHS! SHE SAID GRR! GRR! GRR! SNAP! SNAP!
I SAID GRR! GRR! BUT I DID NOT KNOW WHAT TO DO. MOMMY OPENED UP THE BACK DOOR AND STICKED ME INSIDE QUICK! SHE GOED BACK OUT TO YELL AT THE DOGS OWNER
STUPID JERK! CONTROL YOUR DOG!
IT WAS NOT A VERY NICE THING TO SAY BUT SHE WAS MAD AND MAD AND SCARED AND ME TOO. SHE COMED IN. I HIDED IN MY CRATE TIL BEDTIME. I DO NOT LIKE TO BE TTACKED BY A VICIOUS DOG. I AM TRAUMATIZED. IT IS THE SAME DOG THAT BITED MOMMY LAST YEAR.
TODAY MOMMY FILE A PLAINT WITH THE PART MENT MANAGER. SHE FILED A PLAINT WITH CITY ANIMAL CONTROL. SHE IS MAD. WE SHOULD NOT HAVE TO BE SCARED IN OUR OWN YARD. SO THAT IS THE SECOND BAD STORY. THAT WAS JUNE AND JULY. NOW IT IS AUG THERE WILL NOT BE ANY BAD THINGS IN AUG. I JUST KNOW IT.
DEAR PEOPLES AND DOGS AND JILL
HOW ARE YOU? PLEASE WRITE TO ME TO TELL ME HOW YOU ARE DOING. I AM INTRESTED. THANK YOU.
NOW I GOT IT ALL OFF MY CHEST. I DO FEEL BETTER.
THAT IS ALL!
LOVE FROM SPARKY THE MAGNIFICENT AND MOMMY