Thanks to our pretty pal 'Geneva' for writing in:
Dear Joey,
I wept tears of sympathy as I read your tale of the endless wait for dinner. I endure the same torture every single day and it is almost more than I can bear.
Here I am, recuperating after a delicious chicken breakfast. I have two luxurious beds, but sometimes I would rather sleep between them than on them.
I am now going on 17, so I pretty much do whatever I want and Mom doesn't argue with me.
I wish you and Rowdy a wonderful Christmas, filled with love - and food, of course.
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