Happy Birthday to Uncle Jim. I miss him since he moved to the trees. We will see him soon though.
I don’t have a birthday since my sister Hal and I are “found” dogs. Makes us kind of mysterious. Our friend Sadie is like us. We are all black, and kind of mysterious. Our people like to think of what our lives were like before we were “found”. We actually don’t care because we don’t remember.
Hope Uncle Jim has a nice day.
Your friend,
Dave
Hi, my name is Dave. I am a dog. I’m the one sitting in the picture. The other is my little sister Hal.
Today I have a limp. My foot hurts. I’m watching the A’s beating the Mariners. One of my people just dribbled her drink. But I’m not laughing cause I do that all the time. Final score: A’s 9, M’s 0. Mr. Harden pitched so well the fielders were bored. I know I would have been, even as the only fielder (my usual position). I like playing ball. It’s one of my favorite things.
Stupid Giants are doing fireworks, celebrating their 2nd lose of the season. Now I have to sleep in the bathroom until they stop. Grrrrrrr.
Your friend,
Dave