Dear Bacon – I think I’ve lost my writing mojo. I once was a popular writer. You might have heard of me, Barky Steinbeck. I had talent. I had mystery. I had a following. Now it’s gone. I’m going undercover here to find some action – something to write about. A good creative juicy novel is what I need. Any ideas? Signed Barky
Dear Barky dude. We had Dragocon here in Atlanta this past weekened. You could have found enough material to write sequels with some of the want to be characters I saw on the streets and on television. I’ll tell you this chick called Harley Quinn has my mojo – WOW. But you know what I didn’t see – dragons. Dude, it’s called Dragocon – where was the dragons? Keep looking my friend and don’t use the help of endless whiskey to your next great American novel. And might I add the beach. That could be some interesting topics for sure.
Dear Bacon – Unlike the three little bears, this bed is mine – all mine. It fits and I sits and sleep. I couldn’t ask for anything more… well maybe some milk and cookies. Who doesn’t like milk and cookies before bed, right? Signed Gingerlocks
Dear Gingerlocks – I know what you mean. The perfect bed is the perfect rest. I wouldn’t give anything in the world for my toddler bed. If cuddles my pot belly and butt oh so perfect for sure. And milk and cookies – I love the way you think! I think I’ll go see if I can go find some milk and cookies now for a snack. Happy sleeps!
Dear Bacon – I have arrived. Not only did I find my forever family – I found my forever family that believes in dressing alike. Can you say goal accomplished? I never thought they would find matching shoes for them – look at the size of their feet. They can stomp out forest fires! Do you and your mom dress alike? Signed Two for Tea
Dear Two for Tea – Squeals with piggy excitement. Look at you two! That is the most adorable thing I’ve seen in sometime my friend. And me and mom dressing alike – well if you count our matching pot-bellies – snorts with piggy laughter. But mom and that little dog Houdini – shaking head. They have matching Ugg boots. Now that is too much.
Dear Bacon – I don’t get it. I walk around my hood and people point and laugh. Shaking my head in confusion. I’m minding my own business but of course I’m always looking for food. I’m always hungry. Then people stop on the street, point and then laugh. I don’t get it. Can you help a dog out? Signed Snooky
Dear Snooky – Oh my friend. I’m highly impressed. Really I am. I would hang with you anytime in your hood walking the streets. Don’t worry about what those others think that are pointing at you. They have no clue to the greatness in their presence. Really they don’t. But I have to ask you one itty bitty question. Are you good at mysteries?
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