Dear Little Black Thing,
I feel as though we have made great strides in our relationship in recent weeks. You regularly let me eat breakfast and dinner, you have not peed on me in several days, and you have finally stopped trying to shank me in the communal showers.
I want to take a moment to officially express my thanks for figuring out the whole playing thing. I told you it would be awesome. What is not to love about running up and down the hall at top speed, making horrendous noises and careening off the walls with me narrowly avoiding stepping on you and snapping your little chicken neck until Human Mommy needs her "medicine"?
You have done well, young Grasshopper. Tug of war suits you. I am proud of you.
Your Brother,
Tango
(Human Note -
Hasn't anyone ever heard of playing OUTSIDE? Anyone??)
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