Good grief. If you’ve ever wondered why we pooches don’t like mail people, here’s another story.
The first story, lest anyone forget, happened when my Valentine Kyla sent me homemade cookies that arrived after the “made by” date.
It’s happened again. Take a look.
Yes. This was a howliday card from my pal across the pond, Princess Leah. Who was so kind to send me a card. Too bad I didn’t get it UNTIL TODAY. Harumph. Grrrrrrrrr.
Now, in case you can’t read the lovely note from the US Postal Service, let me give you the Cliff Notes version.
- We screwed up (as if I didn’t know)
- We’re sorry (really?)
- Your mail is important to you. (thanks Sherlock)
- We’re working so that it won’t happen again. (I dunno about that)
- It doesn’t happen that often (I wouldn’t swear to that on a stack ‘o Bibles)
To the US Postal Service: READ MY LOOK.
Thank you Princess Leah!
Oh…and just so you know….I realize that I live in a somewhat civilized country, though, events as of late are questionable at best, but don’t get me started on that, and that others around the world aren’t as fortunate as I am to have a mail service at all. And I’m thankful.