I'm so sorry that I bit you during your visit to our apartment. I was in a bad mood because the vet told my Mom to switch my favorite food and not give me treats. I had seen my Mom playing around with you the past few days, but I was confused because normally when there are toys I get to play with them immediately and carry them around in my mouth. Sometimes they have these squeakers inside of them and I have a bad habit of opening the toys up to find that squeaker. It's just so much fun to me. Well, since my Mom kept hiding you I figured that she just kept forgetting to give you to me. She forgets a lot of things these days because she is pregnant. I found you in my Mom's purse and decided that I would see if you had a squeaker in you. When you yelped when I bit your butt I felt really bad. My toys don't normally talk back to me. My Mom yelled at me a lot (excuse her language) and called me a bad dog. I still feel really bad, but it was nice of you to forgive me. I'm really a nice golden retriever and I am sorry that you had to have plastic surgery. (But, your bottom sure does look nice) I enjoyed the rest of your stay in our apartment and I hope you'll come back and visit again. I'm so sorry for the pain I caused you and I hope you'll remember the good times in NYC instead of the bad times.
All my puppy love,
Pictures of me hiding under the table after my Mom yelled at me...