Dear Mom and Dad,

Asa and I can’t help but notice that you seem to follow the “do as I say, not as I do” philosophy when it comes to certain games.  Case in point, this past weekend you had delivered a big dump truck full of dirt and a second truck full of rocks.  Awesome!  As you know I love digging in dirt, and Asa can’t resist playing with rocks.  Up until now though, you’ve always told me not to dig in the yard, and for Asa to drop the rocks.  With that surprise delivery I thought for sure you had come to your senses, and were making amends for those silly rules.  Boy was I wrong.

You can’t even begin to understand our astonishment when it was you who got to play with the dirt and rocks and not us!  All weekend long we watched helplessly from the window as you both took turns moving the dirt around the yard and spreading the rocks.  What kind of parents torture their dogs this way?  What did we do so terribly wrong that you thought we needed to be taught this cruel lesson?  Was it because Asa tried to eat your dinner the other night Mom?  If so, that was totally his idea and not mine!  Or perhaps Dad is holding a grudge ever since the day I accidentally rolled in mud and then jumped into the driver’s seat of his car?  Hey, how was I suppose to know the mud would go everywhere!  No matter what your reasoning, we are sincerely sorry.  Now can we go out and play with the dirt and rocks?

Tail Wags,

Chuck Billy & Asa