It was so good to hear your voice last night. Yes, I heard you calling my name on Gramma's phone! It always make me feel better to hear you. And, let me tell you, I needed to hear you last night! I heard Gramma tell you about my shenanigans of yesterday. You heard her side and now I will share my side with you.........
Gramma was in her sewing room doing whatever it is she does in there. Us dogs are not allowed in there. She calls it the dog-free zone. It is true that Oscar likes to mark everything he sees with a little squirt of pee and Gramma objects to this practice; but I do not do that! Why should Emmy and I be punished? Anyway, we all wanted her to come back into the house and sit with us, so we started howling. Howling is great fun, let me tell you! Oscar starts us off. He has a great howl and Emmy can howl good, too. I am just learning and my howl is kind of high pitched (Gramma calls it "yelpy" and annoying). Gramma came in and told us to cut it out and that she did not want to hear any more!
Oscar and Emmy stopped right away and snuggled together on the sofa. I was restless and decided to investigate all the fun looking stuff that Gramma had on that table in front of the sofa. She sometimes sews on those sock monkey things in here. There was this red ball with things sticking in it and I wanted to play with it. Oscar opened one eye and said, " I suggest you stop right now and get off the table." I hate it when he tells me what to do, who does he think he is? I grabbed that red ball in my mouth and got down.
Those things in it were sharp and some of them stuck in my lips! I did not let go, no, I did not. I shook it with all my might and those sharp things flew out everywhere. I kept picking it up and shaking it until there was nothing left sticking out. I had planned to rip this thing apart after I finished chasing it. I tried to get Oscar to join in, but he warned me that my game would not end well. I played anyway. I would pick it up with my mouth and the toss it and kick it and chase it. I was having a fine time, yes, I was. And then......... we heard Gramma coming.
I tried to act normal. Gramma was heading to the sofa and she sat down next to Emmy. She reached to pull Emmy closer and one of those sticky things stuck in Gramma's hand! Uh-oh! Gramma stood up and saw all the mess I had made and said, "Who did this? Wall-E!" How did she know? She always knows. Why didn't I listen to Oscar? Gramma cleaned up the mess and she was not happy, no, she was not. She was scolding me the whole time and Emmy and Oscar were looking at me smugly (that means that they knew I was in trouble and that they were glad that it was me and not them). Finally she picked me up and said she had to check my mouth. She told me that red ball was really a pin-cushion and that I could have been seriously hurt. I didn't have any pins in my mouth and there was no blood, so she put me down and told me to go to my kennel and stay there until she called me.
After that I got to hear your voice. I heard Gramma tell you that I had been a bad boy and ask you what she should do with me. She won't give me to another family, will she? I do not think I would like that and I promise to be a good boy from now on. I did not try to run from her when she said we all smelled like dogs and would have to get a bath last night. I stood quietly in the tub and let her wash my fur and didn't even try to bite her hands. See, I can be good!
That is my side of the story and I hope that you will not hold this against me when I go to live with you and your mom. Gramma has said that she does not know if she can let me go. She says that you will have to get another dog to keep me company. She says I am very social and like the company of Oscar and Emmy. I will tell you a secret......... I think she loves me and does not want me to leave!
I will tell you another secret......... I really love her, too. But.......you are my boy and will always hold the biggest part of my heart! I hope that you are being a good boy and that you will come and stay with me for awhile as soon as school is out.
Your faithful dog, Wall-E