One Hairy Mother

Dear Ella,

You didn't like me very much when we met. You and Thor had your own Call of the Wild thing going on, and you didn't want me coming along and messing it up. I think you're still iffy about me most days, but since I'm the one who lets you nap all day in the house, you've learned to tolerate me.

But for almost three years now, you've loved my children. You snuggle with them, you clean up after them, and generally treat them like your own hairless, lazy puppies.

So, if every once in a while, you decide to tunnel under the garden fence, open the compost bucket with your teeth, and eat its entire contents, well... I'm willing to call it even.

Love,
Brooke