November 30, 2017

Dear Terry,

Mom had a no good rotten day today at work. I could tell as soon as she walked in the door. I could hear her heart pounding. I had to poop first before I could help Mom relax. I walked her up and down the driveway pretending to look for a good spot. When she stopped stomping behind me, I pooped and ran inside with her. We sat together on the couch and she told Dad about her no good rotten day. I put my nose right in her face and snuffled until she stopped talking and started laughing. Mom was ok again! I got tummy rubs and everything! I wish Mom didn't have to go to work anymore.

Barks and Wags, FredDog