Dear General Jem
As one lady to another, you and I both know that we perform our deeds
by stealth and don't usually toot our horns about them. Our ability
to dematerialize and magically appear in total silence out of nowhere
is the secret to the demure Mal huntress's success, after all.
However, you have bemoaned silence on the list, so I'll just whisper
in your ear of a recent exploit that you might find edifying.
Humom gave me a nice raw turkey neck last night while she was cooking
up my special dinner and feeding the other dogs. They are outdoors
and get shuffled around to various runs because they have to be fed
separately. She spent some time working with that clown Rowan on his
sits and stays (nanoseconds!), and did a down stay with that young
sprout Ghost, and recalls with Sascha, so it took a while before she
came back in the house with her mind on other dogs. I got my meds
and then we settled down on the bed to give me my subcutaneous
fluids. Mom sure was surprised to touch the turkey neck with her
bare feet when she put them under the blanket! ... everything was
especially moist since it had been there for a while and I had really
chewed it up. I had on my very best innocent angel expression as I
watched in wonderment as she jumped around squealing and yelping. An
old classic but well worth repeating. I smiled gently as I enjoyed
the freshly-laundered linens and blanket ...
Greetings from very cold Texas
Guerillera Alexandria
