Dear Sam,

I will never forgive you or your accomplice.

I should have known you were planning something.  You are always trying to find trouble.

There were signs of trouble.  I was in denial.  I should have known by the way you were salivating. 

The little attempts I did not take seriously enough, the time outs, all troubling signs.  It was all there.  I just wanted to believe in you.

You killed and ate several of my baby chicks.  They were only 3 weeks old.

How could you?  My special pink, blue, and green egg laying babies. 

Don't give me that look.  You are not a sweet dog.  You are a murderer.  

Seriously, you were never that cute.

I never adored you.

Okay, I forgive you.