Love, Huck (part 6)

oh, hey Grandma!

it's me again!

your grandpup, Huck!

sorry it's been so long since I last wrote to you...

i've been busy chasing Herschel and squirrels

and getting in fights with raccoons.

since daddy's gone this week i'm the man of the doghouse.

i've been doing daily patrols around the property to make sure momma's okay.

and sometimes i herd Herschel up trees to get him out of harms way.

i'm a really good guard dog.

i use my powerful tail as a weapon.

if anything threatens the safety of my pack, the plan is to swat them with my tail!

if that doesn't work, i'll use a stick!

you see these two guys?

i call them Lucifer and Diablo.

luckily they are no longer an issue since dad put up that protective forcefield around the perimeter of our doghouse.

the one on the left...

that's Lucifer. i'm pretty sure he wants to eat me.

and rumor on the street is that he doesn't even like hotdogs...

he's not dog, grandma. that's for sure.

but don't you worry. i've got things under control.

well, at least when mom let's me stay outside on the lookout...

every now and then she tricks me with peanut butter so i'll sit in front of the x-mas tree.

she obviously doesn't understand that we can't let down our guard!

for even one moment!

oh well...

until next time! Love, Huck

p.s. i'd like hotdogs for x-mas