The Papillon Prince

Hi Mom and Cindy Lou,

I got back from the groomers and I look very hansom if I do say so myself! I didn't get my nails done this time and Marlyn said that I behaved much better this time when I came home.

I have a new toy! It's a squishy ball with a squeaker in it. I like it a lot . . . But sometime nothing beats my old little tennis balls.

Sammy is visiting for the day _ you remember her the big, black, very quite and well mannered Labrador. Well her mommy was crying and very sad. Sammy has cancer. She is spending the day with us, she prefers the kitchen where it is quite and sometimes goes out to the back yard for fresh air. She seems happy still, I don't think the people told her what was wrong but she knows. We dogs always know.

I was going to share my ball with her but she didn't want to play so I am going to leave her alone for now.

Rev. Castro from the Mexican church up the road came by to pick up some eggs this morning and said that I am a very cute little dog. Well I am very cute, especially with my new hair cut, but did he have to call me little?

I got to play with Whitly for a little bit but he got grumpy and was sent to his room. Tigger is fun and we run around a lot together, and I got to chase the chickens on the other side of the fence . . . boy do they squawk ! ! !

I hope you are not to lonely with out me.

Love Roger