I sure do miss you. You went away one time and haven't come back yet. Mom tried to explain where you went, but I couldn't understand her. All I could do was listen and turn my head. When will you come back? I miss you. Mom plays with me a lot, but its not the same rough play you do with me. She tries to wrestle with me, but she just doesn't have the manly wrestle that I'm used to. We go for lots of walks, and we go play fetch, but she doesn't let me loose very often. She's afraid I'll get into poison ivy and get it on her....but you let me loose, you don't care. I spend a lot of my energy guarding Mom, since I know she's uneasy about you not being here. I listen for any strange noises, inside or outside. I lay at the bathroom door while she's taking shower, so she feels safe. I even sleep in the bed with her, and pant a lot so the whole bed shakes and she gets rocked to sleep.
For you, I started collecting sticks when Mom and I go out. Here, I got her to take a picture...
They're all for you, Dad. We can play with them when you come home. Until then, I guess I'll keep wagging my tail and protecting Mom. I hope you come home soon.
Love,
Klaus
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