Thursday evening here, Friday morning there

Dear Dad,

Mom says you are coming home soon. I hope so.
This evening mom paid almost NO attention to me.
She helped Chester with some snarly hair he had on his tummy. She cooed to him and called him sweetie and sang him songs while she combed his hair out. (He wasn't very happy about the whole thing. In fact he said some seriously bad words!)

After a couple of nights of Mom taking movies of me and looking for movies of me she spent tonight typing up a list of the movies that you guys have.

BOOOOOOOORRRRRRING . . .

And she has this really really bad habit. She puts on HGTV or Fine Living and lets it run in the background. Please spare me from one more home makeover!

I need you dad.

I need you to play golf with me and to scratch that spot, just behind my ears.
I need you to tell mom to give us MORE food and fresher water. Changing it once a day isn't enough. I like my water fresher than that . . .

Dad . . . please come home soon . . . I really really miss you.

Mom just doesn't "get me."

Love love love
DOUGAL