Dear Mom,
Let me lead off by saying I’m sorry. I know it doesn’t amount to much coming from a dog – but it is true.
I do not know all the details, but Dad filled me in on what the end result was… and needless to say, it wasn’t good. I really had no clue what had happened, I remember you hitting the floor – but I just thought you wanted to play with my toy lamb. I love that lamb. I really do.
When I saw you on the ground next to it, I couldn’t help but to think that we had something in common (a love for a stuffed lamb), and it made my heart smile. Little did I know that you were not getting down to play with my lamb at all, actually you were hurt. Hurt, by something I did.
That… didn’t make my heart smile.
I get excited easily. Guess it is the puppy in me, still holding on… not wanting to be overtaken to my grown-up side. Yes, I do have a grown-up side… you have said it before yourself. Actually, it can be easily confused with my sleepy side, because honestly they are the same. When I get sleepy… I calm down. Calm = grown up. Or at least to most folks, it appears that way.
Yesterday when you let me inside, I was so excited to get to come in. Not to mention, Grandma & Grandpa were there and you know I love them so much. I saw them for just a second and then I was wisked inside – which I thought would mean that Grandma & Grandpa would be in there to pet me. After a quick look around, I noticed this was not the case. So I headed for the door to find them.
That is where we met. As you probably remember, I tried to stop – I hit the brakes hard. That tile floor doesn’t do much for my brakes, specially with my nails being a little long. So we collided. It definitely wasn’t intentional. Please believe that. When Dad told me everything, I could barely remember what happened – since I didn’t even know you were hurt.
Mikey tried to tell me something was wrong… but I thought he was crazy (and I still think he is a lil). When Dad pulled me aside last night though, it became clear that I had really done a number on your knee. I figured something was wrong, because no one fed me lunch and I didn’t see you guys until late… I just figured that y’all had been drinking. That is usually the case.
I guess what I am trying to say is I let the puppy in me get out of hand and I’m sorry. I mean it. If there is anything I can do for you… like chase squirrels, eat random objects or sleep on the bed next to you… I’m here for you. Seriously.
Just ask.
Love – Izzy (the dog)
P.S. – My memory of the event is a lil cloudy and as I think about it more and more… I really think it could have been Mikey. Pretty sure I saw him run off all Tonya Harding style. Pretty sure of it. Oh and I attached a picture to remind you how cute I am and that I would love a chance to sit next to you.
