Dear Mr Ben,
Thank you so much for your response! I have been quite anxiously waiting, with my little bag packed, since yesterday lunch. I had quite a sleepless night.
I am SO embarrassed, not to have considered the possibility that YOU ARE ALSO A DOG! I don't know why I thought I might be the only dog with nothing better to do than sit next to the computer, dictating to My Typist. I'm impressed that you don't even need A Typist! I don't know what t.e.l.e.k.i.n.e.t.i.c.a.l.l.y means. It is A Very Big Word. Perhaps we can talk about that technique some other day.
I'm sorry you've changed your mind to have me come live with you. My Typist always said my
Besides, it sounds like you're too far away for me to walk to your house. I have never heard of the U-S of A. Is it near the fishmarket over the bridge? That's the furthest I've ever walked. For anything further than that, we take the car. And, as you might know, I'm not a very good swimmer and am still learning not to panic in the water.
So all in all, it might be better for me to continue living here.
Also, it's the weekend! and My Cushion won't have to go out to work! and I'll be doing lots of fun things! and cuddling on the couch! So I don't feel neglected anymore.
Thank you again for your kind and generous offer. I will always remember it.
Have a great weekend in the snow. Too bad it's not good for eating.
Your (of course) eternal friend, Georgia little Pea
P.S. Can't you do something about the cat?
Thank You to The Queen and Supreme Goddess of Bermtopia for so graciously humouring me in this grand and impromptu experiment of writing something out of the comments section. I had fun. Hope you did too!