Retirement - just does not last!

Dad,

I don't think it's fair. I thought I was retired. Now Gary and Vicki are signing me up for some kind of program called Therapy Dogs through a group called Delta Society. Gosh, I have been pretty happy just guarding their house and I thought I was doing a pretty good job. You might recall that I even chased Santa away on Christmas Eve. Now my job description is being expanded and through no choice of mine. I don't think it's fair. So off I went today to the Vet for an embarassing fecal test and they had to take my temperature too (I won't go into the details other than to say they had to life "de tail" in order to take my temperature). By the way, I'm still a slim muscular 65.0 pounder! So if all goes well (according to Gary and Vicki that is), I should be fully qualified in a month or so. Come to think if it, it might not be all that bad as people will again be telling me how handsome I am and that's sure fun to hear. It's been a bit rainy here lately and I've had to be careful not to get wet because I hear I'm a real sweetie and I don't want to dissolve away in rain water. Sugar does that. Stay in touch and give Parka a big hug and a little "besito" from me. Just don't let Coral know I asked you to do that.

Love, Dear sweet loveable Zane.

PS - Zane, you have lots of great ability and I'm glad Gary is giving you a chance to shine again! Love, Dad