Dear Hollree

I was so happy that you came over last night to meet me!



You fed me my favorite treats and let me lick your face even though I had just been gnawing on my Nasty Knuckle.

Actually it's not a pig's knuckle at all -- it's actually a cow's knee cap -- but that didn't matter to you!

Mom never lets me lick her face after I have been chewing on one of those. And you tasted like salty chips, guacamole, and something mom called "Grey Goose and Soda."

I wuff you!

Wuff,
Brisztow Jones