The Bell

by carolynholm

The Bell

Dear Alpha Mom,

I’m afraid I’ve lost the bell.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

I’m sure it’s somewhere in the room. Probably under the sofa. This is what happens when you whack it instead of tapping it. Or when you run it across the floor while you ring it, dribbling it like a soccer ball.   Do you need to go outside?

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

Yes please.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

Well actually, no.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

You were going to ring for some other service?

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

Yes please. There are ants on my water dish. I tried to ring the bell but it has disappeared.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

I’m sorry, I’ve been trying to get rid of them. Use the water dish in the pantry.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

Thank you. But the cats insist that the pantry water is their water. Meanwhile are you going to find the bell for me? I am very worried that it is lost. Thank you.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

Don’t listen to the cats. You can drink the pantry water. And don’t worry about the bell. It’s there somewhere.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

The bell is not here. I’m worried about it.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

I’m sure it is there.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

No, it’s not.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

I’m in the middle of something, I’ll look for it later.

Love, Carolyn

 

Dear Alpha Mom,

Please, you don’t seem to understand.  My bell is missing now, not later.

Your Best Dog,

Molly

 

Dearest Molly,

Ok, ok, I found it. The freakin’ bell is back in place. All is well.

Love, Carolyn