Hobbes (formerly "Kilo")

Dear Malinois Rescue,

I'm just learning to type and use a computer, so please excuse me for not writing before now. My "dad" is letting me use his email account to send you a thank you. He says I shouldn't worry about not having written before, and that nobody would expect a Malinois to be able to send email. I told him I just like to be ahead of my time. :)

Thank you very much for everything you and Malinois Rescue did for me. You saved my life, in every way that someone possibly could. You picked me up from that nasty shelter, where I had gotten so sick. The nice foster family in Potomac did so much for me. Please tell them that I said thank you as well, and that I hope my foster brother is doing well.

You may remember that Burt and Michelle adopted me back in January. While it was a little shocking to go from a really big house with a nice yard to their little home, I am so happy now. Dad and I walk in the woods together every day. He is teaching me how to be "a good canine citizen." In exchange, I'm teaching him how to chase squirrels.

When I was adopted I was scared of my own shadow, and really thin. Since being in my forever home, I've put on some weight and feel much better! As a matter of fact, mom and dad are trying to explain to me the concept of a "diet," but to be honest it doesn't sound very nice. I've been going to school, and my teacher is very impressed with my progress. She says I'm doing very well. Dad has found out that the best way to motivate me is something called a "raquetball" which is the most amazing thing I've ever seen!

In spite of all of this, I'm still nervous most of the time. Sometimes dad and I have some, um, "discussions" about who's the boss around here. Eventually he'll see things my way, I'm sure. The only real thing that still bothers me is when they handle my feet. There's something called a "toenail clipper" that I REALLY don't like. I get really scared when dad picks it up and comes toward me. Unfortunately he's figured out how to come and get me from under the dining room table, so I guess I'll just have to get used to this nasty process. Dad thinks something nasty must have happened to my paws when I was really little, but I just can't remember.

Again, thank you very much for saving me and leading me to my forever home. I can never be grateful enough, and both mom and dad thank you too.

Love,
Hobbes (formerly "Kilo")

PS Mom and dad are thinking about finding a little sister to come and live with us too next year, and I was hoping you could keep your eyes open for her. I've attached a couple of pictures of me in my forever home so you can see how happy I am. Dad says to make sure and say "Go Illini" even though I don't know what that means.

PPS Dad also said that if you email me back at his address he'll make sure to print it out for me. (Something about shedding on the keyboard... like I have any control over that!)

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