At the time this post was going to press, Lizzie had occasion to pen a gracious letter of thanks for a lovely gift basket. Clearly, writing is one of her many talents:
I was simply breathless with anticipation yesterday afternoon as the Federal Express courier arrived at my door with a mysterious package. Being frequently the recipient of unsolicited fan mail, bouquets, serenades, and other violent expressions of love from my many admirers, I was nevertheless perplexed as to what could be in the box.
Imagine my surprise when I found it full of artisanal cheeses, exotic culinary tinctures, and a sopressata big enough to choke a horse! Between you and me, my manservant Jens did well to snap the photo below before I threw myself bodily upon the basket and devoured the entire thing in one sitting.
The fat men who live with me in my palatial manor home (rescues; one must do one’s part!) insisted that I also express their gratitude for the gifts. Persuaded by what was clearly an error in the address labeling, they believe it may have been intended for them as a token of well wishes during a turbulent time in their lives. Though I’m sure they’re mistaken, even so, they want to communicate their sincere and heartfelt appreciation. I may have left an olive or two for them to split between them.
Many thanks and kindest regards!
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Lisa W says
What a great story! You have such a great family. And I'm a firm believer in the healing power of the corgi, so totally understand the Nurse Chery Jones!
Thanks for sharing such great photos.
Great pics, always glad when rescues land in such a happy, caring home, well done daddies !