♥Home-pawed gifts for Tammy-Girl in South Africa from Mr. Scout in Michigan♥

Tammy-Girl, I'm sure that you must still  be furry sads over the loss of your dear Maxdog, but I was hoping - I was thinking - I was wishing - that maybe, just maybe, you would accept these humble, homemade gifts from me, Mister Scout, as tokens of my affection and admiration. Please know that as a gentle-dog I approached your mother, Maxmom, and asked her PURRmission to dig these holes just for you.

I have it on good reference that you are furry fond of holes in the dirt. With your wishes and desires in mind I made it my PURRsonal mission to dig some of my best holes just for you, dear Tammy-Girl. (Momma had put a wooden box in the middle of the hole to stop me from completing my task; however, for the benefit of this photo she obliged my plea to take an image for you without the distraction of the ugly, wooden box. I think she put it back again...sigh.)

This hole is strategically placed, and with a slight grading to the soil, to fool humans into thinking that it isn't furry deep; however, it has a way of sneaking up on the momma wearing tennis shoes which sometimes causes a stumble and a trip and a few muttered words being mumbled on the way to the gate and into the garage. (She always says that she is going to fill it in but she knows that I'll just do a little more excavating if she does. I think I overheard her on the phone ordering some yellow flags and orange cones from the city street department - snicker-snicker.)

This is one of my finest works, Tammy-Girl, and dug with you and I in mind. It is next to the foundation of our house and under the bushes that have big pickers. The big pickers did not deter me from my craft-work for I am a brave retriever with a ♥ of gold!

You and I could snuggle in there and hide from Freyja (little sisfurs are bothersome) and jump out at unsuspecting folks walking by - bark-bark-bark, woof, woof, woof, WOO-HOO! I just bet that if they are carrying bags filled with delightful food-ables they would fly high into the air and we might nab some ham and cheese and crackers for a snack as they fell to the ground! Just you and me - under the bushes, next to the house, in the cool dirt, snacking and nibbling on treats that fell from the sky☺NOM, NOM, NOM! Pure bliss, I tell you, pure bliss☺

Lest you believe that these are the only holes I have prepared to offer you, Tammy-Girl, I am always busy sniffing and snootering out more places to place my man-dog paws - clawing the earth to the sides and behind and into the air - willy-nilly and with wild abandon - just for YOU and only YOU for I am a loyal retriever with a golden ♥.

Needless to say, I am wriggling and waggling with anticipation and excitement hoping that you will accept these humble offerings I have made with you in mind, Tammy-Girl. If you would like deeper or larger excavations, please let me know, as I am always open to communication regarding the improvement of my craft.

Momma always tells me that I have gentle eyes and a kind face. I am hoping, dear Tammy-Girl that you find my face and eyes pleasing to your ♥ and that you will allow me to dig larger and deeper and more numerous holes for you this entire summer and fall here in Michigan.

When my summer is over and when hole digging season has closed for another year, I shall leave my home here in the far north of Michigan and will make my way to South Africa to winter-over with you, sweet Tammy-Girl. That is - if someone would unlock the gate so I could get out!

I remain your humble servant and fond admirer, Mr. Scout da 'triever of Michigan, USA.