you, each time

Dearest Watson,

While we were away, it seemed like you turned up everywhere we went.  Each time we thought of you and loudly wondered how you were- if you’d already eaten or gone to bed- we also wondered if you could be thinking of us too.


When we reached Lake Tekapo where Hippie’s parents were getting married, we met Harvey who was half Pug and half Chihuahua.  Harvey’s mum explained how pure pugs like yourself don’t survive the extreme climates of New Zealand.  And that’s why Harvey has a longer snout, so he can breathe better.

He was so kind and friendly, Wats.   If you’d met him, I think you guys would have been instant friends.

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