This is the front of the card. (It's a picture of Mick, and he's waving to me.)
This was the note that he wrote to me.
These are the very nice treats that his very nice mom brought back from their vacation in the great city of Provincetown. They smelled delicious.
These are dawg cookies (in a fancy, bone shape), dipped in white frosting, and covered with delicious sprinkles. I have never had such a fancy treat before.
This is a special bar from my life coach, Jeter Harris. Although it looks like it's chocolate, it is made of carob. Which is dawg-safe. And also very delicious.
Here I am scoping out the bar. I am trying to remember the mantra that Jeter, my life coach, gave me. No barz, no barz, no barz...
Forget the mantra! I have decided to eat the whole thing in one sitting. Please notice the look on my face. This is the look I get when I'm trying to eat something I shouldn't. I get very still and avoid eye contact. If I don't move, then Mom won't notice that I'm holding something that I shouldn't.
Mom said, "No barz, Titus. No barz! Remember your mantra!" And then she took the bar away. She did give me a couple of pieces, though. And, of course, it was tasty.
Here I am checking out the frosting-dipped bone cookies. They smell delicious. And also like cats. Which are not delicious. Well, they may be, but that's not how I roll.
Trying to remember my mantra (no barz, no barz, no barz...)
These are deeee-lishus!
Thank you so much, Mickey and Jeter, for the cookies and bar. Mom says your mom is a great dawg treat picker outer. I am really lucky to have such great friends!
Oh, and Mom would like to thank your mom for sending the bubble wrap. That (combined with my mail) really cheered us up after the rough week we had.
(Mom and Dad fought over the bubble wrap a little. But they worked it out and ended up taking turns.)
