Letters From Dogs: 12 Sweet & Funny Examples

A puppy letter · Mochi

Dear Mom,

I have news about your shoe. It is my shoe now. I only took one, which I think shows a lot of restraint for someone my size.

When you come home I jump on you because my feelings arrive faster than my legs do. I am working on it. Mostly by jumping.

The first night, I didn’t know where I was. Then I heard your heart going thump-thump under my ear, and I knew exactly where I was. Thank you for being patient while I learn everything the hard way.

Your one-shoe collector,
Mochi

A funny letter · Hazel

Dear Mom,

I want to be clear: I am not staring at your food. I am staring at you, who happens to be near food. Constantly. From six inches away.

I can hear the treat jar lid from any room in the house, including rooms I am asleep in.

Remember the day I learned the bell by the door? I have rung it for important reasons ever since, and also for three unimportant ones. Thank you for always saving me the last bite of toast crust. I see you do it.

Your crust inspector,
Hazel

A letter from a tiny dog · Pip

To My Human,

I am small, but I am in charge of the window. I see everyone before anyone sees them. You’re welcome.

Yes, I sleep upside down. Yes, my legs point at the ceiling. It is the correct way to sleep, and I don’t understand why you laugh every time.

I did not catch every snowflake that morning, but I caught enough. Thank you for loving me exactly as I am — bossy, loud and upside down.

Head of Window Security,
Pip

A letter from a big goofball · Moose

Dear Dad,

Every time you come home I run to the door and forget that the floor is slippery. Every time. I will never learn, and I think we are both okay with that.

Hedgehog comes too. Hedgehog always comes too.

You taught me to swim, and then I jumped off the dock like I had been doing it my whole life. I had not. Thank you for being in the water before I was.

Your large and slippery son,
Moose

A playful young dog letter · Juno

Dear Alex,

I hide my toys under the couch cushions for safekeeping. If you are ever looking for anything, check there first.

The day I brought the ball back for the very first time, you made a noise I had never heard before. I would like to hear it again, so I will bring the ball back approximately forty more times today.

Thank you for always making time to play, even when you look busy. I can tell you are never too busy for me.

Your tennis ball professional,
Juno

A sock thief’s letter · Biscuit

Dear Mom,

I steal socks from the laundry basket because they smell like you, which makes them the best socks in the house. I don’t make the rules.

When you come home I grumble. It is a happy grumble. There is a difference, and you’ve always been able to hear it.

I slept on the back seat for the entire road trip and woke up at the beach, which is the best kind of magic trick. Thank you for giving me a home.

Your happy grumbler,
Biscuit

A senior dog letter · Walter

Dear Dad,

I don’t run to the door anymore. I don’t need to. I heard the car three streets ago.

I follow you from room to room because that is where the day is happening. Also, sometimes you sit in the wrong chair, and someone has to sigh about it.

Thank you for the leaf walk. Thank you for waiting while I read every single one. You have never once rushed me, and I noticed.

Your couch supervisor,
Walter

An adventure dog letter · Rocco

Dear Mom and Dad,

I bring the rope toy to the door so you know I’m ready. Ready for what? Anything. The car, ideally.

The window is for my face. The wind is for my ears. The driver is the whole point.

I still think that wave started it, and I stand by my bark. Thank you for taking me everywhere — even the boring places smell amazing when you two are in them.

Your co-pilot (head out, ears up),
Rocco

A letter for a nervous dog · Bruno

Dear Sam,

When you come home I have a full minute of news. Most of it is about the mail carrier. All of it is urgent.

I drag my bed into whatever room you’re in because the best room in the house is the one with you in it. It is not complicated.

The night the sky got loud, you built us a blanket fort and got inside it with me. Thank you for being there when I was scared. I still think about that fort.

Your very vocal roommate,
Bruno

A letter from an adopted dog · Clover

Dear Mom,

On the day you adopted me, I rode home with my head in your lap. I didn’t know yet that it would become my favorite place in the whole world.

I spin three times before dinner. Nobody taught me. It just seemed like the polite thing to do.

I was shy then. Now I follow you from room to room like I own the place — because I think, maybe, I sort of do. Thank you for adopting me.

Your three-spin girl,
Clover

A letter to Grandma · Otis

Dear Grandma,

Here is your slipper. I brought it because you were gone for a while and you might have forgotten where your feet go.

I lie across the doorway to keep the cold out and to keep you in. Both jobs are important.

About the picnic sandwich: I regret nothing. Thank you for our morning walk to the bakery. It is the best walk in town, and it smells like bread the whole way.

Your doorway on duty,
Otis

A letter to Dad · Luna

Dear Dad,

When animals appear on the TV, I bark to let them know this is our living room. You have never once thanked me for this, but I understand you are shy.

The deer on our camping trip was real, and I was so amazed that I forgot to bark at it. I think about that deer a lot.

Thank you for bringing me on every adventure. The park, the woods, the couch — they are all better with you.

Your fearless TV critic,
Luna