Hi Grammy (I hear that's what we call you).
Happy Happy Birthday. You are the best Grammy in the world bc you give me good Christmas presents like chew ropes and tasty bones. Don't worry. I'm taking good care of Dixie -- or at least I'm making sure Glenn takes good care of Dixie. We can't wait for you to come back to Nashville to visit -- we miss you and love you a ton. Tell my aunts Amy and Hannah and uncle Butch to make sure to not bark too loud so you can sleep good on your birthday night. Woof woof.
All my love,
Bud
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