Monday, March 9, 2009

Dear Pooch

Dear Pooch,

I regret to inform you that you are no longer needed. I appreciate the warm and soft environment you provided for my precious babies. The times I fell when I was pregnant with Samuel, you went above and beyond duty in protecting him. I will always be grateful for that.

I'm just going to have to let you go. I've tried to get my point across as I've subtly stared at you, complained at you, and poked you. Unfortunately, you are too much like my first wrinkle and you haven't gotten the hint.

Due to the nature of our relationship and the quality of your work in the past, I wanted to give you advance notice that I will be implementing new measures to replace you. It turns out that once you no longer house a baby, well, your cuteness factor declines. Majorily.

I hope you don't take this personally. It's not you. Life is just unfair. And people change. So, I'm left with no other option. I hope you understand.

Thanks for all the good times.





Margy said...

You have inspired me! I will write my declaration of independence.

Jolanthe said...

Perhaps mine can join yours on a vacation far, far away...

Crystal said...

This made me giggle. Especially the part about no longer housing a baby. :) But I have to say, I haven't noticed your pooch at all. You hide it very well.

My "pooch" moved beyond "pooch" and into a new category with Callie. Sigh...gotta do something about it.