Dear Owner,
You're door has been shut for what seems like forever and I am scared you are trapped. I have made desperate attempts to slam and lay my body against it to let you know that I am waiting outside for you, but you never let me in anymore. These failed attempts usually cause mom to place me in the laundry room, which leads me to the assumption that mom has locked you away in your room and will not let you out. I do not want you to worry because as soon as I am let out of my confinement I will be back at your door attempting my signals again.
Last night, mom threw out my favorite squeaky pig. I am trying to stand my ground in protest by running away when she tries to take me outside. She does not laugh the way you do when I squeak my toys all by myself. You always giggle and show how proud you are of me by rubbing my belly. I find gratitude in my hard work of squeaking because it calls for a lot of muscle work which can become extremely tiring. Mom seems to become frustrated with my talents of squeaking and usually takes away my toys. She places them as high up as she can out of my reach. The toy mocks me from the tall towers it lies on. I know that if you were here you would give me my squeaky toys back. You always treat me with extra love and care. Of course, mom does feed me and takes great care of me, but it's not the same without you here.
Every morning when I make my daily routine to your door to see if you will come out and play, mom asks me where you are. I find this puzzling because she should know where you are since she has you hidden away in your room, but she makes it seem as if you are gone. That is why I am writing this letter to you, so that if you are gone I can tell you to please come home. I have noticed other times you have left the house and it scares me because you never use a leash. The world can be very dangerous if you are not on a leash, which I know from experience because you never let me go outside without my leash and I have always been safe. Also, how are you eating? Mom makes everyone dinner every night and I am worried that you are not eating. More importantly, I miss you. I miss how you would give me extra treats even when I don't do the tricks you ask. I miss how you sneak me extra bacon every Sunday morning even though mom says it will hurt my tummy, which it never does because bacon is the greatest food ever made. I miss how you let me sleep in your bed every night and how you will voluntarily tickle my tummy until I fall asleep. I miss you throwing my toys far across the room and letting me bring it back to you for you just to do it all over again. That is my favorite game we play. I miss hearing you come home everyday then barking like you're an intruder, but then to my surprise it is just you, which is always the best surprise. I do not know where you are or why you left but please come home soon.
With lots of puppy love,
Your best friend
P.S. Mom keeps talking about this thing called college. What is that?
