If you and I spoke the same language, I would give you this letter. But, seeing as you don't speak English and I don't speak Woof, I'm putting this out in the universe in hopes it will find a way into that cute little puppy brain of yours.
It must be said that at first I was not your biggest fan. You were a bit hyper and curious, always jumping on me, accidentally scratching me with your puppy nails. I wasn't fond of hearing my manly boyfriend speak to you in babytalk when I so rarely hear it myself. And the hair! I don't like to vacuum as it is, but now I must be on guard at all times so my allergies won't attack.
Its true. I was a little jealous at first. You were so small and looked so cute curled up on J's lap. I, however, would just look like an overgrown baby if I did such and well, you just don't know how much I'd love to nest in his lap.
I was a little annoyed. Always whining for attention, looking at him with those big brown needy puppy eyes. You were his new toy and I had become the old shoe.
But then one day you chose me. You passed J's lap for mine, curled up and stayed there for a good hour. When I stopped petting you, you nudged my hand as if to say "No, not yet. A little more please."
That little nurturing piece of my heart took to you on that day and I can honestly say I miss you when you're gone. I'll miss the Mini Monster dance, the morning breakfast plate pre-cleanings, the cute noises you make. I hope to someday in the future work together with you to pick on your daddy, maybe a hidden slipper or two?
As for now, take care of our Babers when we can't all be together. Keep him entertained, keep him warm, love him.
I'll see you soon, Minnerbait.