Mom left me all by myself. All alone. But my Uncle Michael saved me. Yea!
Uncle Michael knew I was in the house all by myself. And very, very lonely. So, he came to save me. He gave me lots and lots of hugs. He let me go outside. And he played with me. We had a really, really fun day.
He told me stories. They were about Murphy. That’s his dog. I met Murphy one time. He was a puppy then. And he was lots bigger than me. Now, he’s a year old. And he’s even bigger than Uncle Michael. Well, maybe not bigger than Uncle Michael. But Murphy’s big. I mean really, really big.
We played tag and catch the ball. We laughed and talked to each other. He hugged me lots and lots. And he gave me lots and lots of pats on the head and rubbed me all over.
I like the stories about Murphy. I like stories about doggies. And how happy they are. And how happy the humans make us doggies when they play with us and hug us. Happy doggy stories are the bestest-best stories ever.
I’m happy Uncle Michael told me stories about Murphy. And I’m happy he came to play with me. He made me really really happy. I hope he comes back to play again real soon.
I’m happy that Uncle Michael has Murphy to play with him when I can’t. Every human needs a doggie to hug and play with.