Carolyn Holm

Dear Poppy,
You are up and about a lot during the night. More than you used to. I notice you disappear several times a night.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I don’t disappear!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, sorry, I didn’t mean it that way. But you leave the bedroom.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
I go to the living room. And spend some time in my bed there, under the coffee table.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
And sometimes you wake us all when you bark out an alert.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Yes!!!!! That’s why I’m there. To keep an eye on things!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
You were going nuts a couple of weeks ago. Remember that? I came and looked out the window, and in the dark I could just make out that there were two guys right across the street, doing something to Bob’s car! 
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
They were breaking into it! I barked to raise the alarm!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I turned on our porch light, and they didn’t even look our way. Brazen.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
They didn’t care about my barking, either.
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
I was going to call the police, but by the time I found my phone, they were gone. The next day Bob told me that they stole his car’s catalytic converter.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Is that what those other guys had in their huge bags when I barked last week?
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
No, that was a different sort of urban venture – Recycle Bandits. Because it was a Tuesday night, we all had our trash and recycling bins out on the curb for pick-up Wednesday morning. Those two guys were across the street, securing a huge bag to a cart by the light of the street lamp. I was fascinated by their set-up. They each had a bicycle and a cart on wheels, and they had three enormous bags filled with their harvest. ,
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
That’s not ok! That stuff belongs to us and all our neighbors!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
We don’t really care, sweetie. Let them have it. They are just trying to get by. But I appreciate that you are paying attention and barking out your alerts.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
Sometimes my alert is because Louie is on our patio!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
Oh, well now, that’s serious. That cat knows that I have a pot of catmint on the patio.
Love, Carolyn

Dear Mom,
He has almost destroyed it!!!!!!
XOXO Poppy

Dear Poppy,
That’s ok. I really like Louie. He’s got moxie. And he’s a gorgeous golden floof. Just like you.
Love, Carolyn

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