My Dear Harley McGuire,
It’s been a while since I’ve written. My mom has been keeping me busy. Listen to this one…..last week, Mom took me to a place she calls a beauty shop. They work on the hair of humans. Well, my mom says she has what’s called curly, curly hair. I wouldn’t know because my fur is as straight as my fetch stick. Mom DOES NOT like her hair. She wanted it straight; so she took me to this beauty shop where a man named J.B. spent 4 hours….did you hear that, 4 hours making her curly, curly hair straight! I just laid there like a good boy, while Mom was jibber jabbering with this J.B. character. People would come up and try to pet me. I ignored them because, if you remember, Harley, I’m a service dog.
Four hours later, Mom got done with REALLY straight hair. She was so happy. She told J.B. that he was the greatest. Hmmm? I thought I was the greatest! Oh well, whatever makes her happy.
Harley, does your mom take you to silly, boring places like that? What should I tell her the next time she wants to take me there? I’d really rather stay home with my adopted sister, Sadie. You remember her, don’t you? Sadie has really curly hair and she doesn’t want to change it. Humans, go figure.
Well, I better sign off…Mom’s calling me to bed. Hope to hear from you soon.