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Spalding, Lincs
Sunday
Dearest Sandy,
I was really
excited to receive your letter and I am sending you a picture of me to
put up on your wall. Daff has printed me a picture of you off the Web
and is going to find me a frame so I can put it on the blanket chest in
my bedroom.
I am not
bothered that you can’t have my babies because there are too many
greyhounds already in the world and not all of them end up like we have.
I don’t think I can make babies anyway because I once went to sleep and
when I woke up, some bits of me were missing and I think that might have
been something to do with not making babies any more.
We are all going
out in the motor car in a minute to our big field called The Patch,
which is nice cos we can do what we like there as long as we don’t fight
and I don’t dig holes, which I sometimes have the urge to do and then I
get shouted at. As it’s Sunday our three friends might come for a run
with us – Mr Paddidog is very fond of the black girl called Flo who used
to have no hair and looked silly but has a lot more now. She has very
bad teeth and bad breath but Mr Paddidog thinks she’s gorgeous and lies
in his triangle by the gate with her all the time. I know you have
lovely teeth and the sweetest breath – I don’t know what Mr P is
thinking of.
I wasn’t jealous
of Mr Chief because I saw you had no interest in each other. You don’t
have to be jealous of any girls I know cos until now I didn’t really
like girls and thought them very silly, but you’re different and now I
know all girls are not the same.
I wish you could
come for a run with me at The Patch. John and Daff wouldn’t mind at
all and perhaps you could have your tea with me before going home.
Maybe Auntie Sandra or Auntie Jill or Auntie Jenny would bring you one
day, otherwise I will have to ask Daff if she will take me to see you
and we could have a run in the paddock.
I must go now
cos John is loading doggies in the car.
With eternal
love,
Muffin
PS I like nice
thick duvets, do you?
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