August 2nd 2010 2:34 pm
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Aunt Connie felt so bad about my fall from the shopping cart (in reality, it was a jump, not a fall)that she brought me a gift and a card to say she was sorry. The gift was my FAV treat - cheese-flavored hearts in an edible, apple/oatmeal bowl. I got to have one right away, even though I'm on a diet! Then she gave me a TUMMY-RUB! I think I forgive her - in fact, maybe I'll take another dive if it'll get me more treats!
Mom was very touched by the message on the card, although, if I'm honest, I have to say I liked the treats better. Mom read it aloud to me; it said:
I wanted you to know how truly sorry I am for your "crash landing" on Saturday. You are a true friend to Sharon and I am her friend, too. We are all inter-connected, so then, by extension, when you hurt, we all hurt.
Aww. Thanks, Aunt Connie. You're the best!
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Hey Patch, I really enjoy your diary. We have so much in common! I have been known to pee in many places that mortify Mom too. Your Aunt Connie sounds nice bringing you that "I'm sorry" treat. Mom didn't get me a treat the day she didn't tie my leash short enough and I jumped out the car window at a stop. There I was hanging by my leash over the side of the car....scared to death, but no treat! I'm showing her your diary. It't never too late for an "I'm sorry" treat. Teddy
When I came to your house with a peace offering, I never expected to be the subject of your latest blog. I'm glad that you enjoyed the treats and that your mom let me give one to you. I think that was a bonding experience because I know how much you love treats. Thanks for letting me give you a tummy rub. Poochini loves them but I didn't know that you liked them too. I hope you never have to experience another crash and that the rest of your days are all doggie treats and tummy rubs.