An Apology

Dear Oberweis dairy deliveryman:

I wanted to apologize for the incredibly ferocious, rabid-dog barking that greeted you when you so kindly dropped off my milk and egg delivery last night just before 3 a.m. Despite his insane barking, that fellow that alerted us to your presence isn't a menace to mailmen and delivery folks everywhere. He's just my sweet Butter. But it appears he has found his voice and is going to see to it that he defends his castle at all costs.

So next time if you could turn down the music in your giant delivery truck (which you also might want to park down the street so Butter doesn't see the lights) and skirt the motion sensor light near the garage, I think that may be beneficial for all involved. Particularly because if the guard dog messes with Conservative Boy's sleep like that too often there won't be any need to deliver eggs and milk anymore, as C.B. may very well see to it that the lady of the house (and her puppy) disappears.

And remember, he really is just a sweet little puppy, who looks so gosh darn innocent when you walk past our front window. See?