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Originally Posted by Chancie
Dear Bob,
Were you named after my Mama's car? He takes her to work, away from me, to the supermarket, away from me, out to dinner with Papa, away from me, but sometimes, he takes us to to a place where a nice kid gives me a little round doughnut or a piece of a big doughnut. I am a lucky girl, and my Mama and Papa love me so much. They say that I am the cutest sweetest naughtiest dog ever.
Did you know that I got hurt on Christmas Eve? I got hit by a car, and I had to go to the hospital for three days. I had to have medicine through a pointy needle in my front paw, and I had to have extra oxygen to breathe because my lungs were damaged. Mama visited me every day, and when I got hungry, she brought chicken and chicken soup and rice cooked with chicken soup, just for me. I still have a splint on one of my pretty legs, but I am okay.
Here's one of Papa's smelly socks. 
Love,
Bella
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Oh no!! I am so sorry to hear that. I am very glad you are on the mend. Pop always tells me I am not to go into the road and if I do hy pops my back end!! Cars scare me anyway, so I don't go in the road anymore. Except when Pop takes me riding, and then all bets are off. I hope you continue to heal and that your cast comes off soon. And NO MORE STREET!!! That is bad.
BTW, I don't do socks. But thank you for the offer.