Dear Wally
We made it to Vegas
around April 3rd. Stanly - he’s
the one I told you about in my last letter; anyway, he opened up his own practice
as a dog psychologist.
We both thought he
would have it made as there are no other dog psychologists’ here in town. Remember how I told you how
awfully smart he is? Well apparently I
was mistaken. As it turns out he has a
very difficult time analyzing the dogs as most of them have been trained from
an early age to stay off the couch. He can't get them to open up to him if they're just wandering around the room smelling table legs or scratching at the door to get out.
I made have made a
mistake Wally. Can you ever forgive
me? Did you remember to feed Peter?
I’m thinking of coming back
– if you’ll have me. Can I bring you
anything from Vegas? I have a few hotel
towels and a couple glasses from Cesar’s Palace. I'll explain the damage to the car when I get home.
If you could send me
some gas money Wally it would help a lot.
Love
Cora
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