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y Dearest Furry, Four-Pawed Readers,

Though I am a chivalrous Great Pyrenees — knighted by decree of Her Royal Highness, the Queen of Canines — I must confess, I was nearly driven to an undignified outburst when I discovered what you’d done.

Yes, you. Digging up my prized garden with reckless abandon… only to unearth the sacred lockbox containing my most private possession: my personal journal.

A lesser dog might have howled to the heavens. But I, Sir Woofington, chose the noble path. I padded quietly to my koi pond, sat with great poise, and practiced deep, cleansing breaths. In… and out… A soothing sigh later, my tail resumed its usual, distinguished wag.

In this tranquil state, I find myself obliged to commend you. Your impeccable nose and paws clearly possess both skill and determination. So, rather than reprimand you, I shall extend a gracious welcome to my countryside manor — and to the inner musings of my previously private pages.

It seems, dear reader, fate has fetched you here. And what a fetching fate it is.

So, with noble heart and polished paws, I now invite you to read these pages — not as a trespasser, but as an honored guest. May they amuse you, stir your thoughts, and warm the very cockles of your canine heart.

But first, a few matters of etiquette.

Upon meeting me, you may feel compelled to lick my face. Resist. A dignified paw-shake will suffice.

Also, I must insist we abandon uncouth customs such as sniffing hindquarters — be they canine or (heaven forbid) human. We are creatures of class, are we not?

Lastly, let us address the matter of names. My title — bestowed by royal decree — is Sir Woofington, Fabled Scribe of Canine Tales. I am not “Woofie.” I am certainly not “Sir Woofie.” Such nicknames are an affront to my honor (and frankly, my ears).

Now that we've set the record straight, please join me in reciting the Official Oath of Our Noble Pack.

Kindly raise a paw and repeat after me:

“Every good dog deserves a belly rub. Woof!”

Welcome, fellow tail-wagger. You are now a proud member of the Woof Pack.

With noble regards and a swish of my red spectacles,
Sir Woofington, Fabled Scribe of Canine Tales