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Mommy's lost her mind

She has decided to stop eating chicken. And beef and pork. (she never was too big on liver, so I can't fault her for that one). A few weeks ago she was looking at me lovingly (as you do) and thought to herself, there are places on Earth where I would make a tasty meal. And how could she justify eating other things if some people just looked at me as food? I say, silly Mommy, we live in the United States of America, we don't eat puppies here. She says that it doesn't matter, she shouldn't eat any animals since she spends time wanting to help us find forever homes.

I looked at her askance (yes, I've taken some classes on vocabulary) and said, but what about me? Doggies eat chicken. Lots of chicken. Mommy says as long as it's an animal of a size I could reasonably catch in the wild, she's okay with it. Which is fine and dandy since I was never too much into beef. But I loved the ham treats she'd occasionally give me so maybe I can trick new roommate Bill, Bridget or Uncle Mark to sneak some when Mommy isn't looking. Some of mommy's friends who are vegan also force their doggies to eat veggies, but Mommy doesn't think that's fair. Something about survival of the fittest and nature and all that.

Uncle Bill says that humans are meant to eat meat. Mommy says we are also meant to be living in trees, and we no longer do that either. Uncle Bill is from Chicago, a place Mommy says is like the meat capital of the world. It is also cold in the winters and there is snow. I asked her what snow is, she said if I don't like going outside when it's raining in a mild CA winter, I definitely wouldn't like snow. I'll take her word for it, I certainly wasn't too thrilled at the beach. If snow is anything like sand, they can have it!

So Lots of people have been coming in and out of our home recently. We do get the occasional visit from the punkin, but not so much anymore. Auntie Bridget moved out, sorta, but we still have a lot of her stuff and I like to crawl around on it and sniff it. She brings Michael (not sure if we can make him an uncle yet) who thinks I'm the best doggie ever. And Uncle Bill is now living with us and he gives me lots of treats. At the end of the day, so long as I'm getting belly rubs and treats, I don't care who's giving them. Mommy says hopefully in the winter my true Uncle Brian (he is her brother) will get to come visit. She's had enough of Chicago for one year, so she'd rather have a visit than have to go out of town. Besides, what about me? I suppose I could go to Uncle Mark's... kitties to chase and all that.

Or Auntie Bridget. Oh so many friends to choose from!

However, at the end of the day, Mommy is my mom and she's who I love best.

Ok... she just looked at this letter and said, why not so funny today, Sydney? I say maybe because I can't be funny EVERY day.

Paws out.