
Autumn Letter from Sheldon
As some of you know and some of you may not know, our Golden Retriever, Sheldon, well is a bit of a diva. We have known this since the day he picked us as his new family. Granted, I truly don't think we really had quite the comprehension of the side-eye looks, morose pouting, tantrums and just need for attention. Sheldon has written some items here and there over the years (you have probably read them if you were/are a fan of my writing in the parrot community), and his favorite is to drop a good old letter, what can I say, he has a flair for the reminiscent craft of letter writing. Here's what I received this am.
disclaimer* - Sheldon would like it noted he did most of this and I did very minor editing.*
Dear Family,

As you know, since Sampson (our new 8.5 month old Doberman puppy) moved in, I have attempted to be very patient. Patient with sharing, patient with my dog beds, patient with my, well everything. I seem to remember having to share space with two feathered demons when we lived in a smaller house, now they have their own office. I also seem to remember being introduced to the Schnauzers. I told you after each one, I wasn't open to any more new members of the family. Now Sampson? I find it disconcerting, when I am attempting to nap, he insists on trying to cuddle, lick my face, or play with my toys. Frankly, it's plain rude.
I would like to make a few suggestions, if I may.
