The Last Woof

Dear Uncle Max,

The only place I dare to bark is at home.  It's the only place I can let my long ears down.  Max do you know how I feel?  My parents need to be reminded that I am a dog.  

When I stop barking I then do a loud woof, then lower one, and then almost a grumble.  Max, I hear you know I am having the last word, or woof.


Here's an idea,  could you please send me a signed photo of yourself to hang it in my kennel?

Tobes

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Dear Toby,


Toby, Toby, Toby, let them win once in a while.  It makes them feel better, and woofing is not what it's cracked up to be. Think about it. There are no rewards, and just cold shoulders. If you suck it up now there will be back rubs, extra treats, sleep-in longer.  No, No, don't go there.  Toby, forget about table scraps, you're way above that.,right?  Right?  Well actually you're way below that.  Remember you are a dog.


As for the picture, part of your maturation I believe includes water paints.  Maybe an abstract.


No I don't do sittings, nor cheesy back-drop photos.  But I would love to share a Guinness with you in a shoot.  Now let's see that would be in about three more years when you're over 21.  What was I thinking?...a Samuel Adams' Lager.  Now go chase your tail!


Max