Emotional support animal letter template​

Dear Pudding Dog

Hello

Pudding! You are a girl, you should be clean. Look at the other puppies, they all sink into the sea, hide in the moon, be loved by everyone, and bloom in the flowers. Looking at you again, you're as black as coal. Every day when I see you, I feel miserable.

Let's not talk about appearance, let's talk about behavior. People say that Pomeranians are noblewomen, but who are you? Are you a fake? Purely inferior to even a madman. They are there to rest with their eyes closed, but you are running around the yard like the end of the world is coming; They are taking a slow walk there, while you are "spinning the magic of love" there, biting your own tail, what a barbaric girl.

Once, you were so bored that you caused such a 'heinous crime'. That day, everyone at home left, and my classmates and I went out to play. In the empty house, there was only you - Pudding Dog. You said you were not good at playing, but you chose the door curtain, which made them feel flattered and surprised, and they stayed there motionless. I saw you baring your teeth and pouncing on the door curtain, biting the poor door curtain with your uneven sharp teeth, and shaking your head vigorously until the cloth opened. The cloth is open, you use your paws to pull out the cotton inside, so happy that you can't wait to have a celebration party! Our whole family came back in the evening, and when grandma saw it, she was stunned. But she finally sewed a door curtain! The next second, grandma got so angry that she picked up a broom and hit you directly. That scene was really tragic! It's really self inflicted!

Now officially speaking of appearance, the other dogs in the house emit bursts of fragrance, which can be felt with their hands. And as for you, I said I'm curious about you, touch you, but as a result, not only did your hands turn black, but they also became smelly. Why? Because every time your mother gives you a bath, you always don't cherish the fruits of others' labor and roll around the yard, making yourself like a leader of a Beggar's Sect. I really dare not touch you anymore.

Pudding, change it! Otherwise, I wouldn't even want to say you're my dog.