Dear Dog

[Tri Girl]

Dear Dog,
Thanks for FINALLY giving me a kiss (a lick) after owning you for a year. Your first 6 years on this planet must have been very sad and lonely and frightening, but you are slowly coming around. I'm so glad you chose me at the pound.
Love,
Your BFF until the end

Dear Dog.
I love you!

awwww

[Tri Girl]

She is the SWEETEST, most docile dog. She was surrendered to the pound with heartworms and seizures. They treated her for heartworms, and after a year of trying to control her seizures without phenobarbitol, we recently put her on it and her seizures have stopped. I just love her. I cried when she gave me her first kiss. She just walked up to me with her head down, looked me in the eyes, licked my mouth, then walked away.
Her teeth are worn down to nubbins, and the tip of her tail was broken when we adopted her. She still won't eat a biscuit from me- she just gently takes it and sets it down on the floor and walks away. Like she doesn't want to be rude. Maybe some day I'll get her to eat a treat out of my hand.

Sorry- Kona-dog hijack over. And yeah- that's the sad little look she gave me when she poo'd in the house.

[skhill]

Dear dog,

You know, when you kill the mole you just magnificently caught, it's not going to "play" with you anymore. Once it's dead, it'll just lay there. And don't look at me like that-- I can't resurrect it. Like I can't turn off the rain or adjust the temperature outside... You can still count on me for belly rubs and feeding, though.

But thank you for being so willing to *not* bring your treasure home with us.

[grey]

Dear dog,

You know, when you kill the mole you just magnificently caught, it's not going to "play" with you anymore. Once it's dead, it'll just lay there. And don't look at me like that-- I can't resurrect it. Like I can't turn off the rain or adjust the temperature outside... You can still count on me for belly rubs and feeding, though.

But thank you for being so willing to *not* bring your treasure home with us.

My dog barks at it, like that will make it get up and "play" again.

[skhill]

Dear dog,
New rule: no digging in the cemetary. Not even to enlarge the back door to the groundhog housing complex. Hopefully everyone was buried deep enough that you wouldn't disturb anything, but we're not risking it. Especially since it's old enough that most burials were in wood coffins, with no concrete vaults.

[snapdragen]

Dear Chloe,

Only you would manage to get a urinary tract infection - with FOUR different forms of bacteria. Let's hope the month long course of antibiotics does the trick.

[2wheelr]

Dear Dog,
I realize you need to go to the bathroom at 5am, and beg to be taken out. At this point I'm sure you must know, after 7 years of the same, that NOTHING will be jumping out of the bushes onto you in the dark. So, if you could not try to jump into my arms, at odd moments, leaving me holding 90 pounds of quaking dog, lying on top of me sprawled in the middle of the road, I'd appreciate it.
OH, and if you could refrain from trying to play tug O'war with the full poop bag, I'll be happy to play tup o'war with an appropriate toy back at home.

Thank you,
Road Rash Rosie (otherwise known as "Mom")