Anyway, here is the follow-up letter I sent to the Bloomberg Help Desk this past Friday.
Dear Bloomberg Help Desk,
Even though none of your suggestions for getting rid of a baby were help-ful, I'm writing to tell you I've changed my mind.
First, the little mailman* is learning to play fetch, slowly but surely. He only throws the ball about a foot, but I give him three or four chances before I give up and bring it to our mom. It's a little confusing, because sometimes he just waves the ball in front of my face and squeals, but eventually he lets go of it.
NB: I'm not allowed to rip the ball out of his hand or play tug of war. That is a definite no-no, Bloomberg Help Desk, or so I've learned. I'm a good boy and a good learner.
Second, the little mailman sometimes takes me and the stroller for a walk. I'm not a huge fan of this game, but perhaps with time I will grow
|I'm trying to tell her this is not working. With my eyes.|
Finally, his opposable thumbs make him a potential asset. I could certainly never do this:
|The possibilities are endless!|
So the little mailman is on probation. I will keep him for now, but I reserve the right to contact you in the future. It's a call option, if you will. LOLOLOLOL I learned bad finance puns from my dad. (Anyway, it's more of a put option, isn't it?)
Good boy. Good learner.
I hope you have a pleasant summer, Bloomberg Help Desk.
Ps: I'm so getting this Llama Red Pajama in my mouth one of these days. Yum.
|Llama Llama Red Pajama|
* Up reference! Five treats for you if you got it.