Dear Brother Banks,
I hope you’re having a good time at the vacay kennel while our folks are away. I’m over here with Winston.
He leads me around by my beard. He barks at me. Shows his teeth a lot. That kind of stuff.
But that’s OK. The food’s good, the big two-legged ones take me for walks and I play Humpty Dumpty with him. (And I don’t mean falling off a wall if you know what I mean. LOL.)
Well, I guess it’s time for some more fur to fly over here.
See you tomorrow brother.
Here’s my picture just in case you forgot what I looked like.