Aunt Gypsy,
You told Daddy he was supposed to buy something for me, Donut. Well he bought me my pretty collar, and yesterday, he SAID he was going to get me a fluffy toy, and he brought home THIS!
I wanted a squeeky toy, not a grumpy, 6 year old male Kuvasz named Zola! Daddy said he was in the Mesquite Shelter, that his owners were moving back to New York and didn't want him anymore. He's very overweight, and has bad hips, and smells like an apartment. But daddy says he's a sweetheart, (Yeah to daddy he's sweet! I tried to lick his face and he growled at me!) Daddy said he was going to be PST at closing time on Saturday, so I guess it's ok that he brought him home, BUT I STILL WANT MY TOY!!!!!
Aunt Gypsy, make Daddy get me my toy.
Love,
Donut