One million Pupsicles stands between me and glory. ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏
Hi friend, It's Milo, the four-legged founder of Woof! Okay, so, just between us, my dad does NOT know I'm sending this. He said he had to do human work. That's code for "eating a sandwich without me," right?? If there are typos, that's my bad. They don't teach typing at Obedience School. Also, I don't have thumbs. Here's why I gotta risk it for the doggie biscuit: Dad said that if Woof hits our goal (1M Pupsicles sold!) I get to eat everything the baby drops on the floor for a whole day. We're talking crumbs. Cereal. Very possibly cheese. And when you shop with Woof, you're supporting a small team that really cares about making stuff for pups like me. If your dog could send you an email, they'd say this, too: Thank you, and I love you. (Now, if you drop some food on the floor later…well…just write me back, okay?) XO, Milo | | | | |
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