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The master of comfy sprawls brings tidings and sloppy kisses.

Hello Fren! It is I, Fable, the Greatest Dane. After much wiggles and wags and parades with my stuffed giraffey, I has taken mama's letter today and done a big flop.

Can you believe it, Fren? Mama has an ouch again. 

*big sigh* It is most inconvenient for me. I wants mama to take me to the park and give me rubs with both hands, but her shoulder is the hurt and she cannot do these things. 

She says I need to stop pulling when she walks me. I say she needs to let me run free. I promises I will come home after I've checked my whole territory and done a play with my bestie Nala. But nooooo. All the hoomans insist on "leashes" and "not galumphing toward strangers." 

It is most silly.

I do one mighty pull -- one! (okay, maybe twos or threes or mores), but one really -- and mama breaks! All I wanted was to greets my Nala. And I is very strong and mighty, Fren. The strongest and mightiest there is. So I tugged Mama toward my bestest Fren.

Sure, there was dis snapping sound from her shoulder and then mama gave a yelp. And maaaaaaybe there was a truck coming and it wasn't totally the safest time to go across the road. So maaaaaybe the stupid leash saved me.

But now mama is broke and this is no funs. I wants to play with her and snuggle on her shoulder! But now dad says I can't, because my butt is too heavy -- and this cannot be true. I wrinkles my forehead at him. 

Mama is the strongest hooman I know. Why is she no fine?

I guesses it is a good thing it is raining today. I no want to go outside and mama is still good for side-by-side couch cuddles. I sits on her good side and she gives me gentle ear rubs. She says she worried about finishing her bookses, but you understand, don't you, Fren? 

Ear rubs are very important, you know. 

So your bookses might just have to waits a little. I am sure mama will give you treats in thanks when her arm is the better (she always has treats in her pockets). 

Until next time, happy sprawls, dear Fren. I hopes you have a comfy couch and interesting smells. 

Woofs and wags,
Fabes