I am sad today. I am tired of the cold, cold weather. As if that isn't bad enough, Gramma is packing. She is leaving to go see Uncle Jeffy and Aunt Diane and the girls. And that is not all. She will get to see you, too.
Just look at Emmy standing in that cold, cold wind.
The really, really bad news is that I can't go! I am too tall! Gramma called the airline and they say that I have to be in a kennel that fits under the seat. That's not all. I have to be able to stand up and turn around inside the kennel. I am too tall. I even let Papa cut my nails and now I can't go. This is not fair!
Emmy agrees and she asked Gramma if the airline people know that I am your dog. She thinks if we tell them they should let me go.
Emmy agrees and she asked Gramma if the airline people know that I am your dog. She thinks if we tell them they should let me go.
Give Gramma lots of hugs and kisses for me, okay? I will be sending a bunch of kisses to you with Gramma. I can hardly wait for summer, my boy!
Your sad dog, Wall-E