Letter's from Motezy

By Wanda Patrick

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart [what a mouthful for a little dog] or Motezy, as we called him, was a beautiful buff Cocker Spaniel. He was given to me by my daughter, Kathy. He was about eight months old, an adorable ball of fluff, with the biggest brown eyes and big floppy ears. We just couldnt help showering him with hugs and kisses.
In 1987, my husband, Ray, and I moved to Utah. Motezy was almost a year old. I was writing letters to my son who lived in California, but soon they became very boring. What was there to write about?
Fall is in the air. The leaves are turning to beautiful hues of gold, orange and brown. The frost is on the pumpkin. Nothing I wrote sounded interesting to me. I looked at Motezy and asked, Why dont you write to your old buddy Pat? He looked at me with that quizzical expression, the look I have seen so often.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Dec 27, 2017
• ISBN: 9781496935021

Wanda Patrick

Wanda had an interesting life and decided to write a book about it. In 2002 she started writing this book. She also loved cooking and had a part time job cooking for the priests at our church in Ogden. She made special dinners every Sunday for the entire family. She even wrote a cookbook Entitled, A Cookbook for Working Moms And Lazy Cooks! Wanda lived in Utah, near Salt Lake City, with her daughter Teri, son-in-law, Bill, two grandchildren, Alyssa and Taysin, and two dogs; Buddy, a Cocker Spaniel and Chu Chu, a Shiatzu. She has a few writing projects that she was working on, before she died on Sept 19, 2017.

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LETTER’S FROM

MOTEZY

Wanda Patrick

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© 2017 Wanda Patrick. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 12/26/2017

ISBN: 978-1-4969-3501-4 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4969-3502-1 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2014915490

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CONTENTS

INTRODUCTION TO MOTEZY

MOTEZY’S FIRST LETTER

THE MONSTER

MY BIRTHDAY

TOMATO AND THE SKUNK

GOOD DOG–BAD DOG

THE DIET

CONFINED TO QUARTERS

CAMPING ADVENTURE

A VISIT WITH KATHY

UNGRATEFUL PARENTS

MOTEZY’S NIGHTMARE

RESTLESS NIGHT

HALLOWEEN

FIRST SNOW

I DON’T SHARE

CHRISTMAS

BIOGRAPHY

From The Desk of

WOLFGANG AMADEUS MOZART

AKA MOTEZY

Thank you for reading my letters. Just so you know, all incidents are true and correct. None have been made up or imagined. All names used are real and none have been changed to protect the innocent.

Licks and Wags

Motezy

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INTRODUCTION TO MOTEZY

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart [what a mouthful for a little dog] or Motezy, as we called him, was a beautiful buff Cocker Spaniel. He was given to me by my daughter, Kathy. He was about eight months old, an adorable ball of fluff, with the biggest brown eyes and big floppy ears. We just couldn’t help showering him with hugs and kisses.

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In 1987, my husband, Ray, and I moved to Utah. Motezy was almost a year old. I was writing letters to my son who lived in California, but soon they became very boring. What was there to write about? Fall is in the air. The leaves are turning to beautiful hues of gold, orange and brown. The frost is on the pumpkin.

Nothing I wrote sounded interesting to me.

I looked at Motezy and asked, Why don’t you write to your old buddy Pat? He looked at me with that quizzical expression, the look I have seen so often. Huh? Me do what? Write to whom?

Look Motezy, you are the smartest dog in my whole world. Go for it! Do it! Okay, I’ll do it cause I love you. With a lick to my hand, the deal was done.

Motezy, you have so much more to tell Pat than I do, I said.

As soon as Pat received the first letter, he called me and said, Mom, Motezy can write me as often as he wants to; his letter is far more entertaining than yours and my friends loved it!

This book is dedicated to you, Pat, because without you, these letters never would have existed. So I hope all of you will enjoy them as much as he did.

Wanda Patrick

MOTEZY’S FIRST LETTER

Hi Pat,

Remember me? I’m your ol’ buddy Motz. Dad says you won’t remember me, but I think you will. Hopefully you’ll be back soon and play fetch with me.

Everyone says I’m getting fat, but I think they just want a reason to buy the fancy stuff. They all keep threatening me with ‘Diet Dog Food’. I’m not that fat!

Yesterday Mom was in the kitchen cooking dinner, the whole house smelled so good! I just had to have some of it. Mom fixed a plate for Dad and herself, and went to the dining room table and sat down. I followed her, and sat right beside her leg. She just started eating, like I was invisible. I walked to Dad’s side, it didn’t matter, he paid no attention to me. He and Mom were talking. So I went back to Mom and this time I stared at her, but she just ignored me. I went back to Dad; it was the same; so I went back to Mom, this time I tapped her on the