I am a little girl, nine years old. We have two dogs; their names
are Dan and Frisk. Dan is a pointer. He is very loving and full of
fun, and if you throw a ball, he will run and bring it back to you,
and he plays hide-and-seek as well as a little girl could. Frisk is
a little yellow dog. He is very ugly, but very funny. While I was
writing this letter Dan came in and jumped on the paper with muddy
paws, so I had to copy it over.