Tuesday, January 5, 2010

You want me to sleep where?

Dear Grammy,

You want me to sleep in the dog house?

Yes, Grampa insulated it. Yes, there are dog crates and blankies in it. Yes, I can snuggle with my siblings in it. But why would I do that, when I can sleep here, on the bed in your office, with two pillows, and a Grammy to kiss and cuddle me? Just tell me why. Or give me a big, raw steak to lure me outside. C'mon, when I lie here like this with a big smile on my face, don't you want to cuddle me? You want me to sleep where?


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