Dear Mummy and Daddy,
Woof.
We’re back in Rhode Island. We sure have spent a lot of time in the car this weekend. He made Buddy ride in the back seat on the way back from Boston. Buddy cried, but I tried to comfort him.
We met the people who live upstairs here in Rhode Island. They smell like they have cats. The people seem to be nice, though. They petted us and talked to us for a little while. Then we went into the house.
I started fussing and whining, hoping he’d get the hint that I wanted to go for a walk. It took him long enough but he finally got the idea. We just came back from a nice walk around his neighborhood. I think we like our own back yard better.
I’ve finally mastered jumping up on Uncle Mike’s bed. He just doesn’t understand that whole “pugvator” concept. You should explain that to him.
Wuv,
Brutus