Forgive my wonky appearance; I am writing from the room that smells of soap and piddle. I have had a pretty lousy week- mostly because I’ve been here for almost all of it! It started out as a tummy ache and has ended with a really big scar along my belly. I am doing OK for now, but I’m very tired and I have to stay in here until my fever goes away. Mom and Dad have come by and visited me, but all I want is for all of us to go home and hang out on the couch together like old times.
Baxter, would you think some good thoughts for me so that I’ll get home soon? It would be much appreciated. And I thank you in advance.
To true friendship,