Thursday, February 10, 2011

Dear Gavin,
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.

Oscar just lay there hogging all the covers. I am so sad. Gramma promised that she would take lots of pictures and let me see you like that. It is not the same, but I suppose it will have to do.
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

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Deep Snow

Dear Gavin,

Wow, have you seen all this snow? See me walking on top of the snow? Gramma says I have a nice light foot. I do not know about that, but I know that you have to step just right or you will fall in over your head!

See my tracks?

At first I tried to push my way out. This was not good idea. I got a little scared when my head went under. Gramma pulled me out and held me close. I think it scared her, too.

Gramma says that I might need a sled. I don't think so ............ you know how I feel about rides.

We won't be riding in Gramma's car any time soon!

This is all of us dogs waiting to go back inside. Gramma said we look like an oreo cookie with me in the middle. What is this oreo cookie she speaks of? Do I even want to know?
I hope you are safe and warm tonight, my boy. If you were here we could play in the snow together. Oscar and Emmy refuse to try walking on top of the snow with me. They are old, you know. I think we are all going to bed now.
Goodnight, my boy, I will be dreaming of you and a snow sled.
Your snow white dog, Wall-E