Good grief!

Ok, well know this is getting silly. It’s looking like I jest can’t rely on Jay to take dictation on this thing while he’s in school. You cant get good help anymore. Its ok, I guess, awl I have to do is run it threw the spell chicken and I’ll be fine.

Sinse my slip last weak I’ve bean a good boy. No more accidents. I’ve felt goofy a few times, strange a few others. Almost every night – usually after my walk – I go a little crazy for a while in the back yard – you no, burning off energy. I’m bared from the base meant – not aloud down their any more. I guess I can understand that, but I get my revenge by leaving nose marks all over all the windows in what ever car were riding in.

We had rein the other day, and Jay keeps saying some thing about what he calls “snow”; I’m really not getting it. He talks about a “coat” that I’ll need to where when it turns (what he calls) cold. All sounds very silly to me, and I just don’t get it.

I hope Jay can get away from his school work soon and take this back again. The speller thing says its ok, but it just doesn’t look write to me.




About James McDonall

I believe in laughing, especially at yourself, and as often possible. I believe in "live and let live". I believe that communication is the foundation of all our solutions. I believe that listening is more important than speaking, and that speaking should serve the cause of listening. If you like my writing, I'm available for hire. Please send me an Email to discuss your project. View all posts by James McDonall

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