Carolyn Holm

Dear Puffin,
There is no need to tear out of the room when someone delivers a box to our doorstep.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
C’est le Delivery Danger.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
No, seriously, there is no such thing as Delivery Danger. And since we are having everything delivered these days, all this drama is becoming really annoying.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Molly made this very clear. Before she died. She told us if you hear the delivery truck, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!!!!!! Straight for the bedroom and hide under the bed.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
I should have known this was Molly’s work. She always assumed the worst.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Then while we hid she barked at the delivery guy and caused him to retreat. 
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
No, she didn’t make him go away. He was going away anyway. I wish you would all calm down. When you jump up and race out of the room, you set Poppy off. She explodes into frantic barking and chases you down the hall and then comes back and barks insanely at the front door.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
And la cur makes the terrifying delivery man go away with her barking.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

Dear Puffin,
NO SHE DOESN’T. He goes away anyway. And by the way, Mia doesn’t participate in this madness. She doesn’t run out of the room. She just sits and watches you and Poppy go nuts. At least one of you has some common sense.
Love, Carolyn

Cher Madame,
Toujours le sarcasm.
Regards, M. Le Poufin

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