Dear Ladies,

My name is Tanner. I'm Sher's adorable Yorkie.

She is still on a writing strike, but I wanted to thank you all for your encouragement and offers to rough up those evil rejection letter sending monkey people.

I'm sure she'll be better soon, but currently she is holed up in a corner with chocolate all over her mouth muttering something about number two pencils and an editor's nose.

The cat and I leave her alone entirely and the people in the house only go near her if they first show her the Betty Crocker frosting tub. Every time she threatens to disassemble her computer, Mr. Man. distracts her briefly with something shiny and she goes right back to her corner.

I'm worried if she doesn't pull out of this soon, she's going to weigh approximately 400 pounds and do nothing but sit around the house reading old copies of "True Story" magazine.

If she ever shows up here again, please don't mention that I can write. I don't think Mr. Man could find a tub of frosting big enough to fix that.

Regards,
Tanner
aka "Sweet BaBoo"