Mama, where are you? Just because I can eat solid foods doesn’t mean I can’t miss you!
They took me in a big black car to a machine that whirred and twirled. It was very loud and frightened me. They say it’s called Marine One.
Then the machine landed on this great yard. Is this mine? I have a rose garden to dig up, and everything? Wow!
Two young ladies take me by the leash and lead me to my new home, something called a white house. From then on I hope I’ll be:
- loved;
- trained;
- fed.
Fed is first, of course.
It appears I have an appropriate home. Now I need the right name.
Sincerely, the new White House puppy
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