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Dear Rufus

December 14th, 2012 | Posted by Emily in Doggies! | Fostering. | Nostalgia | Overly dramatic | Polly Pocket | Random Friday | Rufus | Silliness | Super serious. | Yeti

A letter arrived on our doorstep yesterday with a few photos that have confirmed Yeti is alive and well – thus clearing Polly Pocket of his murder…although she is not completely innocent in all of this…

Dear Rufus,

I wish I was writing under different circumstances but life doesn’t always work out the way we plan. Let me make a couple of things clear right from the start:

1.) If it was up to me I would have kept my position watching over the Bungie, which means of course
2.) The rumors are true – I am, in fact, a secret agent.

I know my secret agent identity must come as quite a shock to you. I mean, we are bros. We told each other everything. But I was keeping this huge secret from you the whole time. Let me explain.

I feel the term “secret agent” is somewhat dated, but it’s the only term that describes what I do simply (though there isn’t anything simple about my work). Before you jump to any conclusions, let me be clear – I work for the good guys. I’m like a furry James Bond. I know you want more information, I’m afraid that for now that’s all I can share.

I wouldn’t have come back to you after all this time if I didn’t think it was safe for me (and your family) and that I would be able to stay for good. Maybe I’m just too old for this game, but that operative, Polly Pocket Galore, certainly had me fooled. No sooner had I returned to the bungie that I knew I’d made a possibly fatal mistake. Ms. Pocket played her role well – goofy, doe-eyed foster dog without an enemy in this world, but I know a double agent when I see one. Old Yeti or not, there are some things I know deep down in my soul. I couldn’t say for sure who she works for, but my handlers wouldn’t let me take the risk in staying.

It was only after my extraction and the faking of my death that we came to learn Ms. Pocket works for a like-minded organization – she’s one of the good guys playing a bad guy to infiltrate the bad guys’ organization (it’s very complicated – I’ll explain it to you another day). But it doesn’t matter now, I’m here in XXXX XXXXX, and you’re there at the Bungie (I know they’ll censor my location. But it helps keeps me sane to write it anyway). I’ve heard Ms. Pocket is being reassigned to a new location. The press coverage of my death compromised her mission as well, and she could no longer safely stay at the Bungie. I don’t know if her relocation is permanent or not, but I do know one thing: if I can’t be there, I’m glad she won’t be there either. I’ve never been good at sharing.

So Rufus, we’re once again separated and there’s no going back. We can’t change that. Maybe someday they’ll release me from this secret agent life and I can make my way back to you, but until then my friend, stay safe and stay vigilant. Some causes are worth the sacrifices of one Yeti. I have to believe that… believe that this all means something.

Once again I’m sorry I can’t be there with you. I hate that the last image you have of me is this…

Please try to remember me in better times…

Until we meet again…

Your bro from another mo,

PS – Check back with us on Monday to hear about Polly’s new mission (although we cannot reveal her location for her own safety)!
PPS – If you are just reading this blog for the first time, and you have no clue what in the world is going on (I mean, no one would blame you), check out parts 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6.

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