Sinbad Falls for Little Blue Dog
"I'd Walk the Line"
Dear Blue Dog,
My parents found out about my letter from you. They weren't mad but insisted I send a reply. I was thinking of a reply before they said it. It's true I have been looking for a friend. My parents are real good to me but they are gone a lot and I have to spend a large portion of my time sleeping because I don't have anyone to play with. I do have two rabbit friends (at least I think of them as friends) here in the barn yard. They won't stop to play though, when I chase them. Boy are they fast! It's probably for the best since sometimes they smell like food. It wouldn't be polite to eat one of my best playmates.
I think if you will come visit, we could lie on our backs and bask in the sun on winter afternoons. I like to roll on my back over and over to see how many leaves I can get in my fur then stand up and do a lot of shaking and watch the leaves fly. Being a guard dog, I have to work most nights watching for critters. On clear nights with the full moon shining I love to just rest and listen to the coyotes howling. They run up and down the road and across the pasture in front of my house. Mostly I don't talk to them because they talk funny.
If you come to visit we can see if we like each other. I must be truthful and open with you now though; I have a black tongue. A lot of people are afraid of me; they say a dog with a black tongue will bite. Well, I must say I have been tempted a few times. My master says "It's OK Sinbad, It's OK!" I wish he would just come out and say what he really means is "They are OK, don't bite them". If he would just let me try it once I would like to see what happens. Since I am not allowed to bite, I just let out a couple of blood curdling horrible barks. Most of the time people get back in their car and I just go crawl under my travel trailer which is sort of a security blanket for me. I know it sounds silly, but when I am under there the gnats don't bother me as much. There is room for two and I wouldn't mind sharing the space with you.
You are probably wondering about how the food is here.
It is tremendous. I make a "happy plate" every meal unless I
don't feel well. In the morning all I have to do is stare in the
kitchen window after my parents have had breakfast and pretty soon Lou Jane will
come and bring me a snack. I am sure her conscience gets to bothering her
when she sees my big teary brown eyes. Of course they just look that way
as I am waking up in the morning, but whatever works.
Regular feed time is right before bedtime. I have her to put a little milk with my food and a dog bone on the side. About once a month she will put medicine with my food. I just make out like I don't know it's there and eat it anyway. I trust her and don't want to hurt her feelings.
After reading this I think you will want to come visit. Times are good here. I really like the picture you sent me. You look very nice with your blue fur and beautiful eyes. The next time I get my fur combed I will send you a picture of me. I don't get my hair done very often because it make me nervous. I get cockle burs and grass burs in my hair and they brush, pull and cut my hair until I whimper. The whimper trick usually works and they give me a rest. They always give me a treat afterwards, but trust doesn't come easily, you know. Sincerely Yours,
AKA Sinbad the Chowdog
PS: Little miss Blue Dog I will watch for you coming down the road. Don't forget to put the red carnation behind your ear so I will recognize you.