Hi!
The following letter is a real Christmas story. To explain, we lost our Lhasa Apso canine companion of l6 years on December lst. He was my baby, and it left a real rent in the fabric of life. On December llth, we adopted Molly. Instead of the ususal Xmas letter re what is going on with us and where we've been, I'll just say we are fine and Daniela is fine and all is well, and send you Molly's letter to her rescuers HALO (Contra Costa County Homeless Animals' Lifeline Organization).
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l2/l8/05
Dear Joyce and HALO:
It's been a week since I was adopted, so I thought I'd drop you a line or two to let you know how I'm doing.
My new Mom (poor deluded woman) thinks I'm wonderful, clever and funny and utterly precious and loves every fur on my body (even the ones just starting to grow back after all the matted fur was clipped off). I like it when she calls me her sugar plum, fox face and love bug. I've melted Dad's heart and keep him laughing all day.
I had my vet checkup that you arranged and my eyes are both perfect. The cat scratch must have been on the outside of the eye. I have also had my corona and bordatella shots. Speaking of cats, there's a large, fully-armed cat named Marco who lives here and seems to have some prior claim. After some arbitration and negotiation, we now have reached a working relationship and can sit on the same lap at the same time and sleep on the same bed. However, I can't give up the chase part.
I'm guarding already. This first week I got a B in deportment (I chewed a tassel off the couch {how was I to know?}). When the baby gates are up , I stay in the kitchen if Mom's there,but if she leaves, I figure she forgot me and jump and scramble over. In the housebreaking category, well.... a B+ in urination and a C in pooping. I'm doing better. We consider this a work in progress.
Would you believe there's a miniature bushel basket on its side in the kitchen just stuffed with dog toys, many of which squeak and I can just walk right into it and root around and scatter them all over the room! Dad taught me to play fetch with a tennis ball. I steer it around with my long legs. (It wasn't hard.)
I have a new rose pink and rhinestone collar with a purple heart name tag and my microchip tag on it (quite elegant, to be sure). I have been to Pet Food Express and the groomer for show and tell. When my fur grows back I'm going to get a fashionable cut and be a foxy lady. Mom thinks one of my parents was a small white terrier and the other a toy apricot poodle. She says, on the one paw that makes me a ter-r-oodle or, on the other paw, a ter-r-apricotoodle. I hear mixes are quite the rage this year. If we're awake, Mom and I can go up to half an hour now without one of us stealing a kiss or needed a cuddle. Seems like we've been a family a lot longer than a week.
As you can see, I finally fell into a real pot of jam....my tail waggith over.
Thanks again for saving me from a sure and early demise at the pound. Keep up the good work. Your love and dedication make it Christmas all year long.
Well, I have to go now to supervise the holiday baking and candy making.
Merry Christmas to all,
Love, Molly
