Open Letter to My Dog

Dear Beasto,

I'm in Wisconsin. You have probably figured out that I'm not home. Duh.

Anyway, at the moment, I'm in Elkhart Lake, a town about 20 minutes from my hotel. It's cute here. I'm having dinner at a trendy little place that uses old books to house their menus, and I came across this:

So, of course I thought of you.

I hate that I'm not home much. I am sorry. I wish I were there now.

I'm also sorry you aren't coming to the mountains this time, but I will take you in the fall. It will be less crowded and cooler to travel.

But... I am about to come off a few long weeks on the road, and we will have fun. I will make it up to you.

And the moral of the fable from this picture is that "Notoriety is not Fame". Which is dumb.

You are always on my mind.