Dear Sir or Madame Friday,
I'm not sure who or what you are, but your power over my humans is unDOGly. Your presence can make them walk on water, but your absence...oh, your haunting absence...it hangs over my house like a relentless cloud of doom that can make even the happiest shiba look like this:
Please . . . I beg of you, Sir or Madame Friday - whoever you are and wherever you are - can you please get here soon?
Amen and all that stuff,
Pee Ess: When you get here, can we sit down for a minute to bark about, like, how you got to be so powerful and how I can channel some of that to get cheese and stuff? Thanks, man! (or woman!)