My Girl

I have a visitor so I have to make this fast. She just can’t wait and neither can I.
Of course since I went to the doctor about 6 months ago, this is strictly plutonic.

She is about 11 pounds and very pretty. They say she looks just like me times two. Between you and me I think I have a nicer skirt. Hey, boy Poms have skirts, maybe we’re Scottish, and did you ever think of that? Ok, let’s call it a kilt; are you happy?

We have fun running here and there and barking. The barking, that’s me, she hardly ever says a word, unlike human females.

She was living here when I was a pup and had to leave. I get to see her once in a long while. I don’t know why but Papa & Mama were very upset with her back then. I remember I was in a cast with my back leg about the same time. I’ll have to ask Mama about all that. I’ll let you know.

Gotta run and I mean run.

Later,

Woodie