Dear Mom and Dad,

Here I am in Vermont – writing you letters from camp yet again. I was excited to meet another ruby girl.  She is Luna’s sister, and her name is Bisou. You’d think that we’d choose to stick together just because of our fabulous color, but mostly we ended up together because we both have difficulty ignoring challenging obstacles, such as dog gates.  These barriers are so simple to deal with.  I don’t understand why we’re the only ones who go over them.  Maybe it’s because we are red heads – you know what they say about red heads.  But whatever else people might say, we are definitely WAY smarter than everyone else here.

Bisou moans a lot.  She moans when she’s waiting to go outside; she moans when she’s waiting to be fed. Alix said that a trainer came and “temperament tested” her litter when they were about 8 weeks old.  The trainer said that the puppies hadn’t developed very much “frustration tolerance” because Alix was too nice to them.  For heaven’s sake!  How is it possible to be too nice to puppies?  That’s ridiculous.

I miss the good old days when there was only Willow, Gio, and me.  They recognized my superior status.  Now there are dogs here who don’t know who I am, and they don’t show proper deference to me.  There have also been monster big dogs.  I mean, there were 12 dogs here last week, and four of them were huge!  I wasn’t very happy about the big guys.  They were perfectly nice, but it’s a little terrifying.  Wolfie’s head is as big as my whole body!  Buddy and Sofie were sweet, but they could so easily squish me.  Well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration.  Alix doesn’t let any of the big dogs in with us little guys because she would never want us to get squished.  I watched the big guys play together, and they are wild.  The best vantage point for that is on the windowsill by the bathroom.  As always, Alix has a conniption fit when I crawl up there.  I’m very careful, but she still thinks I’m going to knock over her orchids, especially the one that has 18 blooms on it.  I know it has 18 blooms because she told me several times.  Does she think I’m deaf?  If she doesn’t want me to get up there, she could just remove the stool in front of the cabinet that makes it so much easier to hop up.   I used to have to walk the tightrope across the book case and over the back of the chair.  Oh – I forgot.  She put that stool there to prevent me from opening the cabinet doors because that’s where our food is kept.  That was a simple task – just bang on the cabinet door with your foot, it pops open, and voila – you can help yourself to the food.  Every time I figure out something fun to do, Alix does something to prevent me from doing it again.  Talk about frustration tolerance….I am losing mine.  But don’t worry – some things never change.  I’m doing my best to uphold my reputation as a pain in the neck.  It keeps me amused.

And speaking of food (were we speaking about food?)…. When Alix got home the other day, she was carrying in the groceries from the car.  I like to get in the car to investigate if she leaves the door open.  She hadn’t brought in Ginger’s food yet, and it only took me two minutes to get that bag ripped open.  Unfortunately I was caught in the act and didn’t even get a chance to taste the food.  But again, no one else even thought to check out the contents of the car.  What do these other guys think about all day?  It would be a lot more fun to have a partner in crime.  Bisou has promise, but unfortunately she’s gone home.  So now what?

Meanwhile, I miss you both very much – and Petey and Jethro too.  I’m just one of the girls here.  At home – everyone knows I’m the Queen.  All last week I kept checking the mail for my invitation to the Royal Wedding.  It must have gone astray, because I never received it.  I had to wake Alix early this morning so I could watch it on TV.  I wore my hat though.  I had it specially made with proper British colors because I know they would have wanted me to ride in one of those fantastic carriages with the other swells.  I hope William and Kate are not too disappointed that I didn’t get there.

Love Thea


  1. Joan Gibson


    Thea, wonderful letter to Mom and Dad. I think you have become more intelligent and mischievous as you have matured. You certainly fit the mold of your mother and other half siblings regarding getting into trouble. That is what makes you so lovable.
    Love to Alix and Whitney for taking such good care of you.

  2. Reply

    Maybe it’s a good thing Bisou went home when she did, before she learned any major tricks from Thea. That bit about the windowsill and the stool is incredible!

    • Alix


      Yes – and all true. Bisou probably left in the nick of time. Yesterday Thea taught the others how to foil the gate I use to block the dog door. It has worked for years to prevent the dogs from going outside when I don’t want them to. It took about a week for Thea to solve that problem!

  3. Maryjean Hochberg


    Willow (yes another red head) was reading this over my shoulder and she wants to come over and play. She feels that she doesn’t get the respect due her as well, and she is always finding new and inventive ways to check on things. Willow said she would be willing to bring Deja, so Deja can see her mom Fling, but as Fling is her Aunt she feels more attention should be paid to her. Willow has a secret “snatch away the toy technique” she would share with the others. Of course Maryjean just shakes her head and says I should have called you trouble. I don’t know why. I am just curious and of course super smart.

  4. Sandy


    So much fun reading the stories.
    Write more. I know you have so much free time.

  5. Petey


    Hey Thea! I saw you in that photo with the hat and I miss you! Where are you? Things here are weird – everything is getting packed and moved and all I want to do is sleep but mom and dad keep telling me I have to Move because they have to vacuum. And then the leave with lots of stuff and I’m worried and I don’t know what’s going on but at least they leave the ball with the treats and I love that but without you I can’t figure out how to get it unstuck when it goes under the couch. Mom and Dad say we’ll have a yard soon that you and I can have. And Dad said that the house has two really big dogs and I’m hoping that they will leave their food there cause it sounds like they get lots of food. Anyway, I’m hungry, so I’m going to get a snack. But come home soon; I miss you.

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