Dear Senorita Charlie; This letter is long overdue, but better late than never, eh? I am writing to thank you and the inmates of the Casa del Whackos for the kindness and guidance you showed my wandering son; he went by many names during his troubled years, El Zurdo, Bull Taco, El Guapo, but he will always be little Lupe' to me. He was a charming rogue created in the likeness of his papa, and…

Ajax here; since establishing residence at the Casa del Whackos, I have learned many things, the most important being the Wi-Fi password. So while mom and dad are at work, I'm busy on the Web assimilating tons of useless trivia; mom can't figure out how I can remember the deepest spot on earth(the Mariannas Trench) and who invented gunpowder(the Chinese), but can't seem to remember that the fireplace hearth is not my personal toilet. Another…

Dad here; Angel, the grand old lady of the inmates at the Casa del Whackos, passed over the bridge tonight. I find it hard to describe myself as a "pet owner"; how do you "own" a living creature that controls such a large portion of your heart, albeit for a comparatively short span? I do like the title of "dad", as a parent, not an owner, is what you become when you adopt. Whatever the…

Yo, Charlie? Wassup, Sandy? Where's dad been the last few months? Well, it's only been a few days, but I know what you mean: it does seem like it's been that long. Every so often he has to load his duds in a box and head south to spend some time doing "business". Isn't "doing business" what he calls it when he lets us out in the morning? Why does his business take him days…