Here is a letter for those reading that Jake would have written if he could talk:
Hi, my name is Jake. I am an 8 week old yellow Labrador retriever, and so far, I have had a pretty good time here.
For one little amount of time, I was put in a huge doggy pen. I tried to escape but these owners are like awesome at keeping me inside of things.
I really like my new toys. One toy I had at my old house, and another one was the exact same thing but a brand new one. I sure am getting carried around a lot, but I don't care. It feels really good. For some reason, some strange reason, my owners say "Good boy Jake!" when I go to the bathroom outside. But if I go inside, which I can't help, they don't say good boy to me. I wonder why.
I rely on my litter mates to protect me, but where are they? I keep seeing them in the oven and on the sliding glass door, but when I run for them, I run into those things, then I cry 'cause that really hurts.
I really like these people, especially Maddy's mom.
There is this dog on the other side of the street named Lady. She comes over to play a lot. She sits down just like me. She is like my lost mother, who I don't know where she is..
Well, that's all for now. More next time.
Your Friends,
Madelyn Joy and her dog Jake :-)
