We went to a flea market today (no fleas, I hope). There were lots of people and other dogs there. When the Mama went into one of the tents and I wanted to go with her, the Daddy wouldn’t let me and I don’t know why.
(The Daddy notes, “Bear weighs 75 pounds. I’m an older man, and – as much as I love her – I’m not about to carry her through a flea market tent.”)
Dear Bear,
I’m sure that if the Daddy had carried you inside the flea market tent a lot of people would have been snapping a picture of the both of you!
Hope you are okay with the thunder we heard just a few minutes ago.
your friend, beverly
Thunder is nice. It’s fireworks that scare me. Thank you, Beverly.