Dearest Eclipse,
When you first came into my life I was so sure you were a rabbit. You loved hay, you loved chewing, you loved to ignore me. Then you became a kangaroo. You leaped to new hights, prefered to stand on your hind legs, and boxed my hand with your little paws. Now you have undergone yet another transformation, and I can only wonder if it is my fault for letting you spend too much time with your Chihuahua sisters. Your favorite treat is dog food, you play with your sisters’ toys more than they do, and more than once I have found you asleep in one if their beds. To top it all off, you are happy to see me. I am not supposed to tell people that rabbits are like dogs, but you are making that very difficult. I hope you know what you are doing, or maybe this is part of your evil plan to confuse me.
Love,
Kelly
P.S. Was it even worth getting you that willow basket for Christmas, or are you just going to use it to store the toys you stole from the other dogs?