My dad

My dad is in boot camp. I feel sorry for the boot. When Dad was home I did not like to be on the floor because that is where Dad's shoes, socks and feet were. Oh, man. No wonder I snort. So now my dad is in what Mommy calls Basic Training. This confirms my suspicions: Dad needs to be trained in the BASICS before anything else. Daddy wrote to me in a letter the other day, with a real Army emblem on it. An emblem is a small picture of a drawing by a machine. He told me he had to get up early to get a washing machine to wash his socks. Prolly takes all day!!! I bet the other guys camping are glad the socks are getting washed. I have been busy taking care of my mom. My sister helps a little when she gets tired of being mean to me. I don't mind, I love everybody. Just don't tell the bad guys that, I keep up a good front of being tough looking. Some big guy humans even think I am a pit bull! What they don't know won't hurt them and they don't know me. So see ya later, I mean GRRRRRRRRRRR.