Dear Gracie.

I swallowed a frisbee.  Yes.  You heard me right.  A frisbee.  Not the entire thing.  Just part of it.  Maybe half, maybe not.  Enough to make me up-chuck all over my girls bed that night.  And now her bed is off limits to me.  Where will I sleep?  What will I do?  Shouldn't she forgive me and welcome me back into the warmth of her bed?

Sincerely,

Poor Innocent Long Black Dog

Dear Poor Innocent...

Is that you, Ellie?  Oh for crying out loud stop eating stuff!  I went through that phase too... in my puppy years but seriously. It's time you grow up and act like a two year old... (you will be two soon, right?)  If you don't stop the madness, you will never make it back into your girls bed again!  Now walk the line, kid!  Follow my example and learn from past mistakes.

Yours,
Gracie