As I have to suffer though day after day of driving around looking for cute little animals, and looking at nothing but hundreds of thousands of acres of beautiful woodlands, I'll be thinking of you. As I have to suffer the soothing sounds of clear refreshing babbling mountain streams, I will be thinking of you dogs, here in the Yard enjoying life. While you are conversing with like minded individuals and I am forced to endure the body being turned into a prune from countless hours in a torture device called a Hot Tub take pity on me as I am thinking of you.

Hopefully I will be able to return to you once again, as an individual scarred by these mishaps yet unchanged in my belief that there truly is a goodness in the world.

Please pray for my safe return to a normal lifestyle.

Skunk