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


  1. Oh no! Wall E, I'm crying with you! Maybe if you just curl up and go to sleep in the carrier, they won't notice that you can't stand up under the seat. That's just so silly! Why would you want to be under the seat anyway?


  2. Wall-E!
    I am so sorry you could not go with Grandma to see Gavin and the family!
    Those rules are not funny, right?
    Take care
    Kisses and hugs

  3. Oh Wall-E, we are sad right along with you. Boo to those airlines and stupid rules, we should be able to sit on seats like everyone else instead of being banished to underneath a seat like a nobody!!!

    Waggles & Chi kisses, Chewy & Lilibell