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To My Dog, Whom I Missed

Dear family, friends, and other associates for whom I have pity:

Okay, I'm just kidding. I'm not writing those people! :D

Today, I'm writing Daisy!

Dear Daisy:

I haven't heard enough from you lately. I feel that you may have forgotten me, but if that's not the case, I'm sure you're elated to be acknowledged for the first time in a few weeks.

You may not understand what a baptism is, considering you're never going to have to experience one, but I thought you might perk your ears a little at the news that Saturday we were able to help two young girls, Lisa Joseph (11) and Bree Rejouis (9), partake of that ordinance.

Do you remember the times I used to rub your belly? That's exactly how I've felt in this area every time the members feed us. They are some pretty good cooks in the area, and they aren't simply giving us plates to lick clean!

I remember one time you said, "Ar rar rar rar ar!" I think of it every time my companion speaks to me in Wookie. It's such an uplifting noise, don't you think? We have a lot of fun, Elder Rellaford and I. That's good too, because it helps me not to get homesick without you.

Truly, my puppy, I wish you could see the colors here. Florida is such a colorful place, especially in the areas where the people and their flags are more... colorful.

This week was great, Daisy, but I don't have much more to say that you'd understand. May you have a wonderful week, and think of me lots!

Elder Van Wagenen

PS Yes, I am aware that was ridiculous. :D

Note: Some names have been changed for the sake of privacy.
If you'd like to read the originals, feel free to comment. I may not share it, though. It'll depend on whether or not I trust you.

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