Dear uncle STeve,
My Typist says you've been writing asking how I am. That's very nice of you.
I am fine, thank you.
I think my humans are up to no good though. I don't know what yet. No one tells me anything around here because I'm just a dog.
But they've been leaving me downstairs all by myself to sleep in the dark. Some nights I get nervous and run up the stairs to say "Please let me in. It's dark and I'm nervous." But the bedroom door is always closed. I don't know what I've done that they won't let me sleep with them anymore.
They leave me outside the house after brekkie too. I'm sure it must be for at least 1 hour, maybe even 2. It's a very long time to be in the cold with only a doormat to lie down on.
My stay-at-home human says I have to learn how to be i.n.d.e.p.e.n.d.a.n.t. so I won't be scared when I go to H.o.l.i.d.a.y.C.a.m.p.
What does she mean, uncle STeve? Would you please tell me if you know because the suspense is killing me.
Other than that, I think we're all doing okay. Please give Flash and Inky big hugs for me.
Much love, your Georgia Little Pea xox
p.s. My Typist says this is my new song. She sings it to me a lot. I don't think she wrote it though because it's too nice.
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