I was in the middle of my letter to Mango with the results for Mango-minster when the doorbell rang. It was my Uncle Brett! I haven't seen him in forever - like a WHOLE WEEK or something.
He came over to play on the Wii with Daddy, they were fighting Zombies.
Sheesh Uncle Brett, point the remote at the TV, not Daddy. He's only a zombie without coffee.I told Mom that she probably shouldn't be down here, it's a boy thing, she wouldn't understand, so she went upstairs to bed. I stayed with the men. Zombies needed drooling. I'm good at drooling.
Oh, I did manage to finish the letter to Mango, but I was cut off, so I want to thank all the contestants, I think I was the hardest working dog in the working group, pei laughter, they were hard to judge.
Sniff ya later!