Dear Jinx,

First of all, let me apologize for the awful example of humanity that got you in your current predicament. The fact that some guy in a truck hit you and kept going without even slowing down fills me with a rage I can’t describe. I’m not sure what type of life a man has to lead to get to the point where he won’t even slow down after hitting a puppy. Fortunately, a veterinarian was right behind the offending truck and scooped you up and rushed you to his office. From there you endured some painful procedures and some scary surgeries (with one more to go; you’ll be up and running soon!) in a strange place that smelled of antiseptic and, to your powerful nose, approximately 72,000 other animals. Truly a scary thing for a lost and lonely pup to have to deal with. So, again, I’m sorry.

BUT!

I’m so over the moon excited to tell you that we spoke to Dr. Watkins and his wife Margo and we’re going to bring you home after you spend a few more days recovering after your next surgery (on Thursday)! I simply cannot think of a greater Christmas gift for the Chandler family than to have the privilege to provide you with a forever home! In fact, your (soon to be) new mom has already decided that we need to head to the local dog boutique to acquire some fancy schmancy new duds for your exceptionally cute face! Just look what they were able to do for Brownie!

I promise that we are going to have loads of fun together. We’ll take lots of walks where you can pee on all sorts of interesting stuff and barking at squirrels will be completely okay. Being on the couch is cool, but chewing on it is not. You’ll have to be gentle with Zackie because he is incredibly old and is going to die any day now. I’m not kidding, every time that little 19 year old dog wakes up I just stop and look at him and say, “Really? You’ve lead a good life already, man. Just go into the light!” Warren will probably smack your face a few times at first, but he has no front claws so this should actually feel pretty good. THE CAT IS NOT A CHEW TOY!

I know the people at the vet are calling you Addy right now, but that’s dumb and your name will be Jinx because that’s more appropriate and it allows me the opportunity to say “Hi Jinx!” every time I come home. Don’t you judge me, dog!

See you soon!

Love,

Elijah