Conley
Dis Me Doc. I growin by leeps an bones ebberday. I lernin to be a showy dog. Gotta lern ta stan still an let odder peepels touch me all ober an lookee in my mouf. I dunno whut dey lookin for in my mouf. I no got nuffin ob theirs in my mouf. Jus teeth. Lotsa teeth.
Dis me tawkin ta Conley tellin he whut to rite:
See I gots da teef in dere but nuffin whut dont belong to me awreddy.
Here me wif Uncle Llewis. We plaze togedder a lot. He getz we in trouble by barkin alla time.
He got dis fing where if I whoosh inn his eer he go shakin his head sumfin fierce:
Dis next one is UncleLlewis tellin me not to go whooshin in he eer no more.
An den I shows you me: Dis whut I look like on dis side.
An den dis whut I look like on dat odder side:
I be hannsome.
Dats all. Dats me. Dats Doc.
Conley say dis kid a reel brat but we gots to put up wif he. I done writed what he say to me and now I get a peece of turkey. I done.
Lub to youse all, Conley
