Inspired by this book, Riley decided to take matters into his own hands...er, paws...and share his own letter with you...
Lots of the dogs in that book you kept laughing at called their mama "pack leader." I am not going to call you that, because we all know who truly leads the pack around here. Yes, me - Riley! So I just call you Mama instead.
Can I just tell you one thing? When I roll over and look at you like I am looking at you in that picture, I am asking for something. That something is a belly rub. I don't want you to take a picture of me, and I definitely do not want to be laughed at or called "cute." Just rub my belly, woman!
Even though we both know that I love Daddy more - I don't do a great job of hiding it, do I? - you are by far my favorite mama! Sure, you don't give me as many belly rubs as I'd like, and you think it's funny when I am afraid of the Evil Ice Machine...but you're pretty cool otherwise. I really like it when you sing that song that has my name in it, and you are the only one who knows how to scratch my ears properly.
One more thing, though, Mom...no more baths. Ever. That stuff I rolled in in the backyard smells delightful! Don't ruin it with those awful, wet, sudsy bubbles! And I happen to like when I get food stuck in my mustache, so no need to bother with that anymore either.
What would your pets say if they could write you a letter??
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