Dear Ike,

I am writing this letter to say I want you back. I sent you to obedience school because I wanted you to learn a lesson for being a bad dog.  I think it’s time for you to come home, I miss you. I still am pretty mad you ripped my leather jacket when we were crossing the road. But like you said ” she was about to get hit by a car” so I believe you. Ike, I hope you come home. It’s getting lonely without you.

sincerely,

Mrs. LaRue