Husky Father's Day, friend!! I just finished a game of fetch with Dad, and he really is the best I could ever ask fur — no wonder he gets a whole day of love and treats!

(I don't know why he wouldn't just cash in for belly scritches ... but to each their own, I pup-pose.)

But when I went inside for water, he started up the grill to fix some meats for the human side of the family. And sniff this: Even after he said I was "such a good girl," he TRAPPED me inside so he wouldn’t have to "worry about the food disappearing." NOT COOL, DAD.

To quote my mom, Debbie, I say e-ruff is e-ruff — so until he sees the err-RRRR of his ways, MOM is my favorite parent now. Howl about that?

That's why I'm reaching out to see if you'll help her fetch the last 6% gap left to her $700,000 goal from last night. She's been so stressed about falling behind her stinkin'-rich opponent's cash that she hasn't been able to fully enjoy Dad's special day — let alone take me for another walk!

(And if we reach it before the end of the day, there might even be a fresh hot grilled sausage in it for me 🥵 ... whether Dad likes it or not.)

So since I can't put the puppy eyes on Dad, I'm begging you, friend: Will you PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE throw my mom, Debbie, a bone (or at least a few bucks) to help her finish out her mid-month goal strong, send Rick Scott to the pound, and flip Florida's seat blue?

Thanks so much fur all your yelp — husky Father's Day again!

Belly-rubs and kisses,

🐾 (Kali Mucarsel-Powell)