Doug, It’s me, Jake.
Bro, I know what it’s like to be an inmate. She kept me locked in the mudroom for twenty years when I first came (she will say it was two weeks but it felt way longer). She called it two-week-shutdown, I called it bullcrap, am I right?! Melvin claims he was kept separate from Max for a few weeks too but I don’t know, she let Melvin roam the WHOLE house when I lived there. The WHOLE damn house!
Anyway, I saw you had surgery and your leg is wonky. Uh, welcome to my world! You are more like me than everyone thought! And uh bro, we saw you the other day when you were pooping and you fell into your poop cause your leg gave out. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAH! Max and Melvin even laughed. That was too funny! Also, been there, done that.
Remember in my last letter when I told you there would come a time that she would have to carry you. I watched her lift you out of the car the other day. She’s always so careful and gentle. She kissed the top of your head to keep you calm. She did that to me too. I closed my eyes and I could still feel her wrap her arms around me. I could still hear her say ‘I’ve got you bud’. You’re so lucky to have her taking care of you. Heres a little secret bro, she cried the first few nights you couldn’t sleep upstairs. She’s so sensitive.
So, um, dork, maybe, stop with the death stares. I mean she spends hours a day trying to keep you entertained with puzzles and frozen smoothie Kongs and shin bones from real cows! I never got no real cow shin bones (I mean I had tic-tac teeth but so what!) I mean, don’t scowl at the hand that feeds you dude. We get that you’d rather be out running zoomies but we think you are really lucky to be there with her. Trust us on this, just breathe these moments with her in.
Life here is pretty glorious. I pretty much just smell and stare at Melvin all day. You will have to take my word for it, he smells so delicious. I really like Max too. He’s so chill. He’s like Yoda, do you know who that is? People say I look like Yoda but Max actually is Yoda.
Melvin’s doing great. He spends his entire day watching her. Their connection is something that everyone here is in awe of. Its like she can reach up here and touch him and at the same time he’s there beside her. He won’t even write one of these letters, something about it being too sacred. I don’t know, I’m not a rules guy so I do as I want. So anywho, I stare at Melvin, Melvin stares at her and Max is Yoda. Also, there is endless peanut butter. But don’t be thinking it’s so great here that you need to come, the current plan is that you won’t be here for 14 more years. Don’t worry brother, we’ll be waiting for you.
Pretty sure after my last letter we decided you wouldn’t destroy any more beds. I may not be there to physically jump you (but if I was I would jump on you so hard) but let me try going about this another way…we have some pull up here as your guardian angels. Now I’m not technically allowed to threaten you, apparently heaven is all about positive reinforcement, but um Doug, I’m Jake. I act first and worry about the positive reinforcement rules never. STOP DESTROYING BEDS. 1. I left a sleep legacy there. You are tainting it. 2. When you stress her out you stress WWE Jake out and don’t make me go all HULK ON YOU! I’m being told to calm down. UGH.
Lastly. WTF is going on that you let a cat join our family. I mean seriously, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUDGE? We don’t take in cats, we eat them. There is no grey area here, Doug. Cats = food. This is embarrassing. Birds landed in our yard, I ate them. Bunnies hopped on by, get in my belly bunny cause Jake gonna eat you. Frogs hippy hopping, my tongue was their final lily pad. But you? A cat walks by and the next thing we know is she has a rabies certificate for it and you’re calling the damn thing sister. Epic fail, brother, epic fail.
Ok, I gotta run. We got a peanut butter eating competition against Corbin, Rufus, Dixie and Chilly. Team Holupka all the way bro!
favorite brother, Jake