everyday, harry potter leaves a toy in my bed and steals the treasure that i've hidden under my blanket (usually i hide a bully stick that i'm saving, or my beanie baby pig). today he left me a football. it squeaks, which i like, but it doesn't taste very good, AND he left for tahoe so i have no one to hike it to. drag.
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Hey Wilma, Harry here.
I missed you this weekend.
Glad you liked my football (that I stole from another dog at the dog park). See you later. Here's a big wet kiss.
xoxo
harry, YOU were hiking in tahoe instead of hiking the football to me. so sad. but i hope you had fun.
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