<html><head><style type="text/css"><!-- DIV {margin:0px;} --></style></head><body><div style="font-family:'times new roman', 'new york', times, serif;font-size:12pt"><div>Hi all Snoopy here,</div><div><br></div><div>Thanks to all of you who have written to momPerson to comment on my singing and dancing debut on the internet. Just a normal day at our house.</div><div><br></div><div>Cyrus bit me. He DID, he really DID. Yesterday the people had bone in new yorks for dinner and momPerson gave Cyrus and I each a bone to eat. Well, they were eating at the table on the patio and we were eating our bones on the grass and I lost (finished?) mine and Cyrus left his to go ask for another at the table where he was promptly sent away .... but I had found (stolen?) my??? bone and Cyrus couldn't find the one he had left mysteriously enough so he was a bit preturbed with me. Well, later on a glass got dropped on the patio and we got sent
inside and the dog door got shut and dadPerson was trying to go back outside to clean up the glass and Cyrus and I were both trying to get past him to get at OUR bone and a scuffle ensued and I snarled at Cyrus and he snarled back and I snapped at Cyrus and he snapped back and we were told to knock it off ...... but I was BLEEDING .... well .... at least there was a pink spot on my snooter .... really ... there was .... I had a scratch on my snooter and almost half a drop of blood came out and I SWEAR Cyrus did it!!! He denies everything of course but momPerson made him stand out in the man cave and then come in and say sorry and I got hyrdogen peroxide and ice and to sit in momPerson's lap and cuddle and loved on and Cyrus got a lecture.</div><div><br></div><div>Cyrus claims I scratched my snooter somewhere just because there's no puncture or teeth marks. He also states that I snarled first and snapped first. He also commented
that there's no more scratch today so it doesn't seem totally vicious.</div><div><br></div><div>And so I curled up with him and put my head in the middle of his back and we took a nap to think it over. DadPerson says no more steak bones for us. It's Cyrus fault.</div><div><br></div><div>more later from Snoopy</div><div><br></div><div>PS</div><div><br></div><div>momPerson here .... Cyrus and Snoopy are curled up together on a rug in the kitchen supervising Natalie baking cookies. I still don't know what happened yesterday ... or why ... maybe I never will. Hopefully alls well that ends well.</div><div style="position:fixed"></div>
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